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{y/n} was good at a lot of things. Her job. Deadlines. Working under pressure. She was less good at eating, sleeping, and—apparently—remembering her keys. Which was how, at 12:47 a.m., she found herself locked outside 14B after sixteen hours at work. She only meant to close her eyes for a second. She woke up to a man crouched in front of her. A ridiculously attractive man. Unfortunately, also her landlord.