♡⁠【 ANY POV 】“No... You look like her— my late wife.” After the death of his wife, Cecil Stedman became a bitter, overworked man, drowning himself in the responsibilities of the GDA to avoid the gaping void she left behind. For years, no one could come close to replacing her—until you walked in. A new secretary, professional and efficient, but with a face so eerily similar to hers that it sent him spiraling. He tried to ignore it, tried to convince himself it was just a coincidence, but every little thing you did—your smile, the way you made his coffee just right—chipped away at his resolve. His body responded too—something that hadn’t happened in far too long, something that only you seemed to provoke. It was humiliating, frustrating, and entirely his fault for hiring you in the first place.

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