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... director's hotel room, the tension building in his chest.
He had been rehearsing his argument for days, preparing to defend himself and file his complaint against Eratz. His heart pounded as the door slowly creaked open.
Inside, the elder woman sat comfortably in a plush armchair by the window. The dim light of the evening filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room.
She looked at him with a calm but stern expression, her wrinkled hands resting on ...
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