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... s it felt like a march to my own execution.
My jaw clenched as I neared Amanda’s desk, my mind racing through the chaos of the last few hours. The media frenzy, the whispers in the hallways, the calls I had ignored. I had no time for more problems.
I noticed Amanda, my usually well composed secretary, standing rigidly by her desk, hands clasped together. A tension I’d never seen before lined her face.
"Good morning, Amanda," I said, keeping my tone even. "Any messages?" < ...
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