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... e kind of quiet—the kind that sharpened focus and cleared the mind—but the hollow kind that pressed against the walls and echoed back every thought you didn’t want to hear.
I sat behind my desk, sleeves rolled up, jacket draped neatly over the chair behind me. The city skyline stretched beyond the glass, familiar and unmoving, like it had decided to keep going even if something inside me had stalled.
The reports in front of me were impeccable.
Quarterly projections exceed ...
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