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... edth time, even though only five minutes had passed since the last. 9:40 PM glared back at me in bright, indifferent numbers. Still no response.
The documents spread across my desk, thick contracts, glossy architectural renderings, and the preliminary financials for the Hendrix development looked like props rather than work.
I couldn’t process a single line. My attention kept circling back to the same point: the phone, the silence, the creeping irritation that had been tightening ...
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