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Jordan Maxx had been living in her dream house for less than three hours, and already, she was questioning the logistics of her independence. The Victorian era home was full of character, steep staircases, and doorways that seemed designed specifically to thwart the movement of a king-sized mahogany bed frame. She stood in the foyer, surrounded by a fortress of cardboard boxes, watching the rain streak against the stained-glass transom.

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Jordan apologized for the weather and the tight squeeze, but Leo just smiled, noting that every house had a secret way of letting furniture in if you knew where to push. As they worked through the afternoon, the professional atmosphere began to shift. Jordan stayed close to help navigate the tight corners, her hands occasionally brushing his as they balanced heavy crates. She found herself making excuses to stay in whatever room he was working in, offering water or pointing out floorboard creaks. Jordan Maxx had been living in her dream

The doorbell rang, a sharp contrast to the rhythmic tapping of the storm. When she opened it, she was met by a tall, broad-shouldered man in a drenched navy uniform. He introduced himself as Leo, the lead mover from the local agency she’d hired last minute. He looked at the narrow hallway, then at the massive antique wardrobe sitting precariously near the stairs, and gave a low, appreciative whistle. Are there from the scene you'd like to include