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The applause washed over me like a warm wave as I stood beside Peter on the stage of our glass-walled headquarters. The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting golden light across the sea of faces—our colleagues, our team, our work family—all beaming with pride. I squeezed Peter's hand, feeling the familiar callus on his thumb brush against my palm. Fifteen years of friendship, partnership, and love compressed into that simple touch. "To Sophie Hart and Peter Clayton," announced David Miller, raising his champagne flute. The board member's voice carried across our open-concept office space. "For securing the Nexus AI partnership that will revolutionize Hart & Clayton Innovations—and put us firmly on Silicon Valley's map!" More cheers erupted. I caught Peter's eye and saw my own exhilaration mirrored there—that familiar spark we'd shared since we were kids with big dreams and bigger ambitions. "We couldn't have done it without all of you," I said into the microphone, my voice steady despite the butterflies dancing in my stomach. "This company isn't just about Peter and me. It's about every person in this room who believed in our vision." Peter leaned toward the mic. "And about Sophie's uncanny ability to survive on nothing but coffee and sheer determination for three days straight during final negotiations." The crowd laughed, and I felt a blush warm my cheeks. As we stepped down from the makeshift stage, colleagues swarmed around us with congratulations. I accepted a glass of sparkling water—I'd been cutting back on alcohol lately, trying to be healthier, though only I knew the real reason why. "Ms. Hart?" A soft voice cut through the celebratory noise. I turned to find a young woman with wide hazel eyes and a cascade of chestnut hair. She couldn't have been more than twenty-three, dressed in a modest but perfectly tailored navy dress that screamed careful calculation rather than the youthful exuberance it was meant to convey. "I'm Tiffany Parks, your new marketing intern," she said, extending a delicate hand. "I just wanted to thank you personally for this opportunity. Your work in tech innovation has been my inspiration since college." "Welcome aboard, Tiffany," I smiled, taking her hand. Her grip was firmer than I expected. "I hope you'll find our team as supportive as I have." "Oh, I already feel so welcomed," she gushed, her gaze sliding past me to where Peter stood chatting with our lead developers. Something flickered in her eyes—something sharp and assessing that vanished so quickly I almost thought I'd imagined it. "Mr. Clayton has been especially helpful in showing me the ropes." Peter glanced over at the mention of his name and raised his glass in acknowledgment. The smile he gave Tiffany seemed... different somehow. Warmer? More attentive? I shook off the thought. Peter was naturally friendly; it was one of the things I loved about him. "Well, don't let us keep you from celebrating," Tiffany said, her voice honey-sweet. "This is your moment." With a final smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, she melted back into the crowd. Hours later, the office had emptied except for a few night owls like myself. I sat bathed in the blue light of my monitor, reviewing our Q3 projections with the Nexus partnership factored in. The numbers were even better than I'd hoped. This could mean accelerating our expansion plans, maybe even that Tokyo office Peter had been pushing for. Speaking of Peter... I glanced through the glass wall toward his office. He was still here too, but not working. The light from his screen illuminated his face in the dimly lit space, casting shadows that accentuated his strong jawline. He was scrolling intently, a slight furrow between his brows. Curious, I walked over, my footsteps silent on the carpeted floor. Through the glass, I could see his screen—not our projections or the Nexus contract, but Tiffany Parks' LinkedIn profile. He was studying her previous internships, her volunteer work, her university activities with an intensity usually reserved for our most challenging projects. Something cold and uncomfortable settled in my stomach. Before I could analyze the feeling, my phone buzzed with a notification. I pulled it out, momentarily distracted. The pregnancy app I'd downloaded on a whim three weeks ago flashed a reminder: *Test Day*. My heart skipped. With everything happening with the Nexus deal, I'd nearly forgotten. Could today really be...? Hurrying to the executive bathroom, I fumbled with the test I'd stashed in my purse days ago. Three minutes later, I stared at the unmistakable double line with trembling hands and tears blurring my vision. Positive. We were going to have a baby. Joy surged through me like an electric current. Peter and I had talked about children, someday, when the time was right. Was there ever really a right time? But with the company finally taking off, maybe this was the universe telling us it was now or never. I practically ran back to Peter's office, eager to share the news that would change our lives forever. But as I approached, I heard laughter—Peter's deep chuckle and a lighter, feminine trill. Through the glass, I saw them: Peter leaning casually against the break room counter, coffee in hand, while Tiffany stood close—too close—looking up at him with those calculated wide eyes. Whatever she'd just said had made him laugh harder than I'd seen in weeks. I froze, the joy of my discovery suddenly tempered by an unexpected chill. The test felt heavy in my pocket as I watched them, unnoticed, through the glass that had always been a symbol of our transparency.

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