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He took a step towards me, each line on his handsome face painted with an earnestness that wrenched at my stomach. I felt ill. I felt dizzy. "I'm going to work for you?" I repeated, as if trying to make the words and the concept sink in. "Were you going to ask me or did you just assume?"
Daniel stopped abruptly and the cold curtain of blankness fell over his face. "You don't want to work for me?"
Did I? I thought about all the work I'd put in at Maddock Architects, how much I'd sacrificed to get there, how much I'd given of myself just to get a job at the best firm in the city. My entire career loomed large before me and I stood perched uncertainly on the precipice.
"I ¡V I have to sit down," I muttered, turning and making my way to the curving iron staircase. The treads looked filthy with dust but I didn't care. I sat with an ungraceful thump as my knees gave way.
"Clara," Daniel implored with a low growl. "You said this afternoon I made you a better architect, and I know damn well you do the same for me."
I nodded, gulping air into my suddenly arid lungs. The edges of my vision blurred slightly but it couldn't soften the harsh lines of Daniel's face.
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