Ainsley's UN Peacekeeping Notes

Ainsley pores over her notes in the shadowed hush of her office at night, pages crammed with UN peacekeeping language—cost-sharing assessments riddled with ambiguities that snag her sharp eye, red ink slashing corrections as she thrusts the sheaf toward Sam mid-flirtation pivot, fueling his urgent rewrite while charged warmth crackles between them, Celia's shadow lingering in the air.