The Card Exchange
The client approached me with a calm, knowing expression, his demeanor steady and deliberate. Without a word, he handed me a card—an act so subtle it felt like something out of a spy film. I slipped it into my pocket, unsure of its significance but intrigued by his quiet confidence. Though the gesture was simple, it carried a weight that was hard to ignore. In that brief moment, an unspoken understanding passed between us, as if he held knowledge he wasn’t ready to share.
The Card Exchange
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“If you ever want to talk about what he said today, I’m here,” he murmured, his voice low and meant only for me. The quiet intimacy of his words jolted me, like a splash of cold water pulling me back to the present. There was a subtle weight to the moment, a sense of something hidden unraveling in plain sight. I nodded, the significance of his offer echoing in my thoughts. His eyes held a quiet trust before he turned and walked away.
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