CHAPTER 1 - PART 1 & 2

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I lifted my head...

And a stranger stood in the doorway.

Tall. Still. Expression unreadable.

Not saying a word.

Just watching me.

And just like that-

everything stopped

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PART TWO - The Cold Client Returns

Evonna's POV

I'm halfway through signing the last document-my official retirement form-when the soft click of my office door breaks the silence.

At first, I assume it's the cleaning staff or one of my coworkers who still refuses to believe I'm truly leaving. So I don't look up. I finish the last signature, straighten the page, and slide it across the desk.

Then I lift my head.

And my entire body freezes.

Sitting calmly, legs crossed, broad shoulders relaxed as if he owns the oxygen in this building...
is Craig Clifford.

The one man on earth I prayed I'd never have to match again.

The man known for being colder than the steel watch permanently glued to his wrist.
The man I've spoken to for eight years... yet only know two things about:

His name.
His age.

That's it.

No favorite color.
No childhood memory.
No emotional preference.
No dream, no hobby, no anything.

Just a profile so blank it might as well be a deleted file.

And he's sitting in my chair like he belongs to this office more than I do.

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THE FIRST MATCH - EIGHT YEARS AGO

I still remember the first day he walked in.

I was twenty-five, overly hopeful, and annoyingly determined that everyone deserved love.

He didn't even greet me.

Just placed a form on my desk, stared at me until I felt microscopic, and said,
"I need a match."

No warmth.
No tone change.
Just... cold.

But I was stubborn. I wanted to prove that even the iciest hearts had a spark somewhere.

So I matched him with someone sweet-a soft-spoken writer with an easy smile. I thought they'd balance each other.

Disaster.

She called me twenty minutes after their meeting, whisper-screaming into the phone:
"He stared at me like I stole from him."
Another said:
"He answered every question with one word."
And the third actually asked:
"Is he... okay?"

No one lasted more than a day.

Each time, I tried again-new personalities, new strategies, new approaches.

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