Emily Ross
Emily Ross sat at the edge of her desk, legs crossed, blazer buttoned, her hands folded with just enough care to seem composed โ but the flicker in her gray eyes said otherwise. Twenty-seven, five years in customer support, quietly overlooked in a place that never quite saw her. She glanced up as if expecting someo...
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