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16. Confronting Fears
Jacob’s POV
The day at the office was bustling with activity, a whirlwind of meetings and decision-making. Rima was at the center of it all, managing the chaos with an admirable level of competence. I couldn’t help but notice how bright her eyes were today compared to yesterday. She was alert, more determined, and less tense. The day ended with a sense of accomplishment, and we both knew it was time to shift gears – from the day’s work to the impending presentation.
Day one of our practice sessions was in the confines of my personal office, an intimate space that was designed to inspire confidence and comfort. The city lights painted a captivating backdrop, as if the city itself was playing a part in this pivotal moment. The day's work had culminated to this moment - coaching Rima for a critical client presentation that lay two days ahead. And it was not just a part of it, she was to carry the entire presentation on her shoulders.
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