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lective surface throwing back a thousand hurried strangers

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of this place." I

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r that the system still recognized me. My pulse

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t me like mu

cking the floor, her bleached blonde hair perfect,

s. Recognition.

on. All

me first. Sweet jasmine l

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g her back

een a ghost," she says

rms squeezed with practiced affection that now felt

e. "I just did

she relaxes, looping her arm through mine like nothing hap

forward. My muscles tensed, ready to p

hat cappuccino that has ca

nside. The mirrored walls trapping us togeth

, dark circles under whiskey eyes, lips pressed thin

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know management.

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and we step onto o

f keyboards. Phones ring, chairs squeak, and laughter

ws across every face. The air carried the faint burn of overheated pr

s....

p from his desk the

ady pushing back his chair. "L

towards me. He steps

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n," I say, sid

own my body, the

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e says, voice lowerin

mething unspoken; his gaze lingered on m

gaze. "You tell every l

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ne

that

exactly where I left it: monitor, chipped mug, sticky

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lightly grimy from a thousand shared touches.

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nne

voice cuts the a

d over a pot belly that was straining against

arms of his shirt despit

ce. N

I muttered

lass walled room. He do

rday," he says. "Skip

n't aware that

department, visibility matt

disguised as a ca

at in mind,"

to the office outside, scanning, calculating. He step

mach t

d sparks. He knows something. Or wants me to think

analysis," he continued,"I wa

s s

h a thin smile,

d me; his stare burned into my b

ds tremble slightly as

er?" She asked softly. "There is this really

w my morning goes. Graham alre

ughed acro

ed and t

rmissions change. Almost invisible. A file

the metadata. Cleaned. It was g

ingly. A cold sweat prickled along my spine,

hs at what Ethan from HR said by t

not looking. Graham paces inside his glass office. The rest of my

ted. The room pressed in, walls closing with the h

ed me. One of th

ow breath a

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my menta

oo sweet, always clos

, awkwardly confide

ling, temperamental, sk

after I rejected his off

hates this place but is still t

e real mastermind is already moving.

hum of traffic in the distance, the clack of keyboa

, nothi

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, I'm wat