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to break.
At 10:30, her supervisor Linda stopped by, coffee in hand, face arranged into the tight smile people wore when delivering news they wanted to pretend was good.
“Morning, Selene. I need you in conference room B at eleven. Mr. Deero requested you specifically for the logistics briefing.”
Selene’s stomach dropped.
“Me?”
“He was impressed with your continue reading …
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