A Calculated Confrontation

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It was her.

My gaze locked onto a face in the sea of hundreds, and the air evaporated from my lungs. I stood at the podium under the glaring stage lights, my hand resting on the microphone stand, but the corporate script running through my head vanished. The second my eyes landed on her in the crowd, recognizing those striking forest green eyes I had obsessed over for six long years, the