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Juniper traced her fingers along the polished railing, its cool surface a reminder of the professional boundaries she’d always maintained with such careful precision. The holiday garlands draped along the balustrades seemed almost defiant in their festive warmth, their red and gold ribbons a reminder of who she was beneath the building’s austere architecture.
I will keep my hands to myself…hmp, she thought, adjusting the strap of her briefcase for the third time. The motion calendar started in twenty minutes, and Daniel was never late. Her body seemed to know this, scapula slightly retracting at each new footfall echoing through the hall. Through the skylight, snow fell in lazy spirals, coating the city in a blanket of white that seemed to muffle even the sound of her own racing thoughts.