1 “I am not asking you to pay me back for the surgery. I actually have a grandson right around your age. How about I set you two up?” The old woman in the hospital bed looked terrifyingly pale, but she gripped my hand with a stubborn, totally unreasonable smile. I was sweating bullets. “Please do not joke around like that, ma’am,” my voice literally shook. “I just got fired from my job. I borrowed that fifteen grand to cover your emergency surgery deposit. Once your family gets here, please just wire it back to me. I do not even have rent money for next month.” The old lady waved her hand like it was absolutely nothing. “What are you panicking for? My grandson is loaded. I will make him pay you back with interest.” Thirty minutes later, the hospital room door slammed open. “Grandma! What happened? Why are you in the ER?” The voice was a tense mix of panic and suppressed rage. I turned around on pure instinct. The second our eyes locked, the room went so dead silent you could hear the IV drip echoing. We both froze completely. Because the man standing in the doorway was Adam Blackwood. The exact same CEO who, exactly three hours ago, ripped my medical receipt to shreds in front of two hundred executives and told me to get the hell out of his company. 2 My name was Willow Quinn. I was the most invisible corporate drone in the Strategy Department of Blackwood Group. How invisible? The security guards downstairs knew the faces of the local delivery drivers, but they could never remember which floor I worked on. I was always the first to arrive and the last to leave. If the coffee machine broke, I submitted the maintenance ticket. If the projector malfunctioned, I was the one crawling under the table to fix the cables. If a department suddenly needed an emergency brief, everyone’s first instinct was to yell my name. Because I was useful. And because I was too terrified to say no. My mom ran a tiny food truck back in my hometown, selling breakfast sandwiches rain or shine for over a decade. Last year, she was diagnosed with severe kidney disease. Her monthly medical bills were a bottomless black hole. I had zero safety net. My probationary salary at Blackwood Group was barely enough to scrape by, but if I became a permanent employee, the pay bump and the year-end bonus meant my mom could afford her medication next month. To anyone else in this building, it was just a number. To me, it was literal survival. On my first day, my supervisor Brenda tossed a massive stack of files onto my chest. “Willow, Adam absolutely despises incompetence.” She tapped her cherry-red acrylic nails against my cheap plastic name tag. “You went to a no-name state college. The only reason you got your foot in the door is because HR took pity on you. Do not start thinking you are actually someone important here.” I nodded. “I will work hard, Brenda.” She let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Hard work is useless. This building is packed with people who work hard. What we need are people who make the CEO look good.” A soft, melodic laugh drifted over from the next desk. “Brenda, stop scaring her. What if she cries?” That was Lily. She was the new executive assistant to the CEO. Ivy League graduate, stunningly gorgeous, and always spoke in this gentle, breathy voice. Naturally, the entire office revolved around her. Rumor had it she and Adam grew up together. Rumor also had it she was practically one ring away from becoming the future Mrs. Blackwood. The way Brenda looked at Lily was entirely different from how she looked at me. “Lily, you are too sweet, but corporate is not a charity. Give girls like her an inch, and they forget their place.” Lily slid a cup of expensive coffee across the desk toward me. “Do not mind her, Willow. Brenda just wants you to succeed. Adam has insanely high standards, so just shadow me and you will learn.” I reached for the coffee. The scalding liquid spilled slightly, burning the back of my hand. She saw it and did not warn me. Brenda saw it too and just rolled her eyes. “Why are you spacing out? Get those bidding documents to the twenty-eighth floor before nine-thirty.” I grabbed the binders and ran. 3 That was the very first time I met Adam Blackwood. The conference room on the twenty-eighth floor was massive. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the most expensive real estate in the city. Adam sat at the head of the table. He wore a tailored black suit, his tie knotted with absolute, ruthless precision. He did not even glance at me, only scanning the document I placed in front of him. “Who put this together?” I opened my mouth to speak, but Lily confidently strolled into the room. “Adam, the Strategy team and I finalized it this morning. Willow just ran the errand to bring it up.” Adam flipped through two more pages. “The logic is clean.” Lily beamed. “I am glad you like it. I was so worried it would not meet your standards.” I stood frozen by the door, clutching the backup data in my hands. I had stayed up until 3 AM for three nights straight to write that proposal. Lily had literally only changed a single comma on the final page. Adam finally lifted his eyes and looked at me. “Do you need something?” My throat went completely dry. “Mr. Blackwood, regarding the foot traffic projections for the Vanguard Center project, there is a supplemental data sheet right here. I thought…” Brenda cleared her throat loudly from the hallway. Lily smiled and smoothly cut me off. “Willow, you can head back downstairs. I will walk Adam through the supplemental data right now.” Adam looked away from me. “Get out.” I swallowed my words, turned around, and walked out. The second the heavy glass doors clicked shut, I heard Brenda hissing at me. “You have zero situational awareness. Do you have any idea who is sitting in that room?” That night, Lily used my proposal to present at the internal town hall. Adam publicly praised her. The entire room erupted into applause. Brenda stood up, grinning from ear to ear. “Lily has only been here for three months, and she is already delivering senior-level results. Mr. Blackwood definitely has an eye for talent.” Adam leaned back in his chair. “Lily will be the lead coordinator for the Vanguard Center bidding war.” The applause grew deafening. I sat in the very back row, my fingernails digging sharp crescent moons into my palms. My desk neighbor, Zoe, leaned over and whispered. “Did you not pull all-nighters for that exact file?” I looked at Lily on the stage. She was smiling down at Adam, looking completely pure and harmless. “Drop it,” I whispered back. Zoe angrily slammed her pen onto her notebook. “Why? She steals your work to show off, and you are just going to sit here and clap for her?” I did not clap. Brenda noticed. After the meeting, she cornered me in the breakroom. “Willow, what exactly was that attitude out there?” “I did not have an attitude.” “No attitude?” She slammed her ceramic mug onto the counter. “Lily gets recognized by the CEO, and you sit there looking like someone died. Who do you think you are?” “I wrote that proposal.” Footsteps paused right outside the breakroom door. Brenda looked at me like I had just told a hilarious joke. “You wrote it? Prove it.” I pulled out my phone and opened the cloud document’s version history. Brenda did not even look at the screen. She just reached out and shoved my phone down. “Listen to me very carefully. In this company, whoever Adam credits is the one who gets the glory. You are a disposable temp making pennies. Stop daydreaming.” Lily walked in. She was holding a sleek water bottle, her tone as soft as ever. “Brenda, let it go. Willow is probably just exhausted.” I stared right into her eyes. “Lily. You know exactly who wrote that file.” She paused for a fraction of a second before smiling warmly. “Willow, there is no need to aggressively divide team efforts like this. You will understand how corporate works eventually.” Brenda instantly chimed in. “Did you hear that? Lily is still covering for you after you disrespected her. If you throw another tantrum, I will have HR escort you out tomorrow.” I shut my mouth. I needed this paycheck. 4 Late that night, I took the last bus back to the rundown apartment complex on the edge of the city. Underneath a flickering streetlamp by the alley, an old woman was squatting on the curb, flattening cardboard boxes. She wore a faded gray jacket that looked entirely out of place in the cold wind. She saw me walking by and waved me over. “Sweetheart, could you take a look at my phone? I cannot make any calls.” I walked over and checked her screen. The carrier notification popped up immediately. “Ma’am, your phone service got suspended. You are out of minutes.” She patted her empty pockets, looking thoroughly embarrassed. “I completely forgot to pay the bill. Could you possibly top it up with twenty bucks for me? I swear I will pay you back tomorrow.” I hesitated. I had only eaten a single plain bagel for dinner to save money. But looking at her shivering shoulders, I ended up paying fifty dollars into her account. The old lady stared at the confirmation text for a long time. “What is your name, sweetheart?” “Willow Quinn.” “Like the tree?” “Yes. Like the tree.” She nodded slowly. “That is a good, strong name. Branches and leaves. You bend, but you do not break. You will survive anything.” I smiled politely, not thinking much of it. 5 The next morning, Brenda ordered me to print and bind three hundred copies of the project materials. The massive industrial printer jammed. I was kneeling on the floor, ripping open the paper trays, when Lily walked over in her designer heels. “Willow, are the documents ready for the ten o’clock Vanguard bidding meeting?” “Yes,” I said, wiping toner off my hands. “Digital and physical copies are all set up in the main conference room.” She leaned down, lowering her voice so only I could hear. “Do not be mad at me for not defending you yesterday. Adam hates employees who fight over credit. I was just trying to keep you off his radar so he would not fire you.” I yanked the jammed paper out of the rollers. “Lily, I just want to do my job.” She sighed softly, like she was talking to a stubborn child. “You are just too young to get it.” By 9:50 AM, Adam and the executives filed into the conference room. The representatives from Vanguard Center were already seated. I stood strictly by the door, my only job was to hand out supplemental files if needed. Lily sat to Adam’s right. As she opened the master binder, the color completely drained from her face. She whipped her head around to look at me. “Willow, where is Appendix C?” I froze. “Appendix C is in the second blue folder.” “It is not here.” She shoved the binder to the center of the mahogany table. A critical page was completely missing. Adam looked up, his eyes turning to ice. “What is going on?” Brenda instantly jumped out of her seat. “Mr. Blackwood, Willow Quinn was solely responsible for assembling these binders.” A dozen heavy, judgmental stares locked onto me. I practically sprinted to the table and flipped through the folder. Appendix C was actually gone. It was the most critical page detailing our entire budget breakdown. I had personally hole-punched it and placed it there last night. Lily’s voice started to tremble with panic. “Willow, I reminded you three separate times yesterday that this specific page could not be left out. How could you make such a massive mistake?” I stared at her. “You never reminded me.” Her eyes instantly welled up with tears. “I know you have a grudge against me over the proposal credit, but a multi-million dollar bidding war is not the place to throw a tantrum.” Adam’s face darkened like a thundercloud. “Willow Quinn.” I looked at him. “Get out,” he ordered. “Mr. Blackwood, I have the backup files on my laptop. I can print them right now and—” “I said, get out.” He did not even raise his voice, but the entire room fell dead silent. Brenda marched over and dug her acrylic nails into my arm. “Have you not embarrassed us enough? Get out.” She practically dragged me into the hallway. Just before the doors closed, I saw Lily pulling up a document on her sleek tablet. “Adam, I kept a backup version on my personal drive just in case. Let’s cast my screen to the projector.” Adam looked at her, his expression softening slightly. “Good work.” The door clicked shut. I stood in the sterile hallway. Red crescent marks were digging into my forearm where Brenda had grabbed me. Zoe sprinted out from her cubicle. “What happened?” Brenda pointed a manicured finger at my face. “She intentionally sabotaged the files. She almost cost us the entire bid.” Zoe’s eyes went wide. “That is impossible. I literally watched Willow put Appendix C into those folders before she clocked out last night.” Brenda sneered. “Who cares what you saw? Adam only cares about results.” I stared at the frosted glass of the conference room. Through the heavy doors, I could hear Adam’s steady, authoritative voice. “Let’s continue.” My existence was so worthless to him that it did not even warrant a five-minute pause. 6 When the meeting wrapped up, Lily was universally hailed as the savior of the day. Adam stood in front of the executive team and announced, “Lily’s crisis management was flawless. The Strategy Department is getting a double bonus this month.” Brenda led the standing ovation. People were looking at me like I was toxic waste. Zoe could not hold it in anymore. “Mr. Blackwood, Appendix C was absolutely in those folders last night. I watched Willow pack them.” Brenda snapped instantly. “Zoe, are you seriously trying to commit perjury for her?” Zoe’s face turned bright red. “It is not perjury. It is the truth.” Lily stood up gracefully. “Let it go, everyone. Willow was probably just overwhelmed and made a careless mistake under pressure. Adam, please do not punish her too harshly.” Adam turned his piercing gaze to me. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” I held out my phone. “These are the timestamped photos I took of the assembled binders at 10 PM last night. Appendix C is clearly visible. There is also a security camera right outside the conference room. Check the footage between 9:40 and 10:00 AM. Whoever touched those files will be on tape.” Brenda’s face twitched nervously. Lily’s hand hovered over the binders before slowly pulling back. Adam did not even glance at my phone screen. “We are not checking the cameras.” “Why not?” I asked, my voice cracking. He looked at Lily. “Because I trust her.” Those three words hit harder than a physical blow to the face. Lily lowered her head, looking like a fragile angel who had just been deeply wronged. Brenda immediately sucked up to him. “You are totally right, sir. Keeping someone as toxic as Willow around is a massive liability.” Adam looked down at me with pure disdain. “Deduct her monthly bonus. One more incident, and you are packing your desk.” I did not even have a bonus to deduct. Probationary employees did not get bonuses. He did not even know that. I turned around and walked back to my cubicle. Zoe followed me, shaking with pure rage. “Why the hell won’t he check the cameras? He believes whatever garbage Lily feeds him. Is he legally blind?” I booted up my computer. “Stop talking, Zoe.” “You are just going to swallow this?” I re-saved Appendix C onto the shared drive. My voice dropped to a hollow whisper. “I have not bought my mom’s kidney medication for this month yet.” Zoe went completely quiet. 7 At 5:00 PM, my phone buzzed with an automated text from the hospital. My mom’s checkup fees had just increased again. I stared at the glowing screen until my eyes burned. I stood up and walked toward the breakroom to get some water. And then I saw her. The old lady from the alleyway was sitting right in the middle of the corporate lobby. She had changed into a cheap, gray utility jacket. A worn-out canvas bag rested at her feet. She looked completely lost. The front desk receptionist was actively blocking her. “Ma’am, you cannot go upstairs without an appointment.” The old lady replied firmly, “I am looking for Adam Blackwood.” The receptionist scoffed. “Yeah, you and half the city. Stop causing a scene.” I quickly walked over. “Ma’am, what are you doing here?” Her eyes lit up the second she saw me. “Willow! I came to find my grandson.” The receptionist shot me a dirty look. “Willow, you know this crazy lady?” I nodded. “Her phone died the other night. I helped her out.” The receptionist rolled her eyes dramatically. “Then get her out of here before you ruin the company’s image.” The old lady slowly tried to stand up, but her canvas bag slid off her lap. A small plastic pillbox spilled onto the marble floor. I bent down to pick it up. When I saw the medication label and the dosage instructions, my stomach dropped. “Are you feeling okay?” I asked, grabbing her arm. She waved me off. “Just old age. I am fine.” The exact moment those words left her mouth, her entire body collapsed sideways. I lunged and caught her. She gripped my blazer sleeve with a death grip, her other hand clutching her chest. Her lips were turning a terrifying shade of blue. The receptionist screamed and jumped back. “Do not look at me! I did not touch her!” “Call 911!” I screamed. Nobody moved. A crowd of corporate employees formed a circle around us. Some people even pulled out their phones to record. I ripped my phone out of my pocket with one hand and dialed emergency services. “I am at the Blackwood Group headquarters lobby. An elderly woman is having a severe heart attack. Send an ambulance immediately.” The receptionist hissed at me, her voice dripping with venom. “Are you insane? An ambulance parking outside the glass doors is awful PR! Adam is going to lose his mind when he finds out.” I glared at her. “If she dies on this marble floor, that is awful PR.” The ambulance sirens wailed just as the private executive elevator dinged open. Adam and Lily stepped out into the chaotic lobby. Lily gasped, covering her mouth. “What is going on? Why are paramedics here?” Brenda elbowed her way to the front. “Mr. Blackwood! It is Willow! She dragged some homeless woman who collects cardboard into the lobby, and now the woman is having a medical episode. She is causing a massive scene.” Adam’s freezing gaze locked onto me. I was kneeling on the floor, holding the old woman’s wrist to check her pulse while rapidly relaying her symptoms to the paramedics. “Are there any family members present?” the paramedic asked. “We cannot reach them right now,” I said quickly. “I will ride in the ambulance with her.” “Willow Quinn.” Adam’s voice cut through the chaos like a knife. I looked up. “The final round of the Vanguard Plaza bidding war starts in exactly ten minutes,” he said coldly. “The final version of the pitch deck you were assigned to review has not been delivered to the boardroom.” “Mr. Blackwood, she is in critical condition.” Adam glanced at the old woman on the stretcher. His face was carved out of stone. “Hospitals have doctors. Blackwood Group is not a charity shelter.” I clutched the old lady’s spilled pillbox tightly against my chest. “I will ride with her to the ER to sign her in, and I will rush straight back.” Lily stepped forward, her voice soft and full of fake concern. “Willow, this meeting is crucial. You already messed up once today. Do not be dramatic and ruin everything.” I looked down at the old lady. She was slipping out of consciousness, unable to even speak. “Are you coming or not?” the paramedic yelled. “Every second counts with cardiac arrest!” I did not look at Adam again. “I am coming.” As I stepped toward the doors, Adam’s voice echoed behind me. “If you walk out those doors today, do not bother coming back.” My footsteps faltered for a fraction of a second. Zoe was standing in the crowd, tears streaming down her face. “Willow…” “The physical binders are in the blue folder on the left side of my desk,” I told Zoe loudly. “The digital master file is on the shared drive. It is labeled ‘Final_V2’.” Brenda scoffed loudly. “Listen to her giving orders like she owns the place.” I climbed into the back of the ambulance. Right before the heavy doors slammed shut, I saw Adam standing in the pristine lobby, looking absolutely furious. Lily stood practically plastered to his side, whispering something into his ear. He did not look at me again. 8 Outside the emergency operating room, I swiped my debit card for the absolute final time. My bank balance dropped to $37.60. “It is a good thing you got her here when you did,” the ER doctor said, handing me a clipboard. “Five more minutes and she would have been gone. Sign here.” My hands were sweating so badly the pen kept slipping. “I am just a friend. Am I legally allowed to sign for surgery?” The doctor gave me a grim look. “We save the life first. The deposit is paid, you sign as the emergency contact, and we figure out the rest later.” Fifteen grand. I had maxed out every credit card, drained my savings, and taken out micro-loans. My phone kept buzzing with terrifying repayment notifications. I did not dare open them. The red surgical light stayed on for four agonizing hours. I sat on the cold plastic bench in the hallway, still wearing my Blackwood Group employee lanyard. At 7:00 PM, Zoe called me. “Willow, where are you?” “The hospital.” There was a heavy echo in the background. She was hiding in a stairwell. “The bid was a total disaster.” I closed my eyes. “How bad?” “Vanguard’s reps walked out mid-presentation. They said we were wildly unprepared. Adam absolutely detonated in the boardroom.” “Did they not find the files on my desk?” I asked. Zoe cursed under her breath. “They found them. But Brenda swore you purposely did not do a formal handover to sabotage the team. Lily tried to use her ‘backup’ version again, but the pricing metrics were completely blank.” “The master file was on the shared drive.” “The shared drive got wiped.” I sat up completely straight. “Who wiped it?” Zoe lowered her voice to a terrified whisper. “I do not know for sure. But IT said the deletion command came from your employee ID login.” I stared at the glowing red light above the operating room. “I left my computer unlocked when the ambulance arrived.” “Brenda is currently swearing up and down that you deleted the files as revenge against the company,” Zoe said, her voice shaking. “Adam ordered HR to process your termination paperwork tomorrow morning. And…” She choked on her words. “And what?” “He said Blackwood Group is sending a blackball notice to every major corporation in the state. Nobody will ever hire you again.” A nurse pushed a loud metal cart down the hallway. The wheels rattled aggressively against the tile. “I understand,” I said numbly. Zoe panicked. “Why are you so calm?! Willow, he is literally destroying your entire career!” I looked down at the massive hospital receipt in my hand. “The old lady is still in surgery.” Zoe went dead silent for a few seconds before cursing viciously. “Adam Blackwood is a monster.” After I hung up, I walked into the hospital bathroom and splashed freezing water on my face. The girl in the mirror looked like a ghost. The corporate lanyard still hung heavily around her neck. Willow Quinn. Blackwood Group. The letters were printed perfectly straight. I unclipped the lanyard and shoved it into my pocket. At 1:00 AM, the surgical doors finally swung open. “The surgery was a success, but the next 24 hours are critical,” the surgeon said. “Did you manage to reach her family?” I shook my head. The old lady was still unconscious. I slept in a hard plastic chair next to her bed for the rest of the night. When the sun came up, my phone rang aggressively. It was Brenda. I answered it. She started screaming instantly. “Where the hell are you playing dead?! Adam wants you in the building by 9:00 AM sharp.” “I am at the hospital.” “Do you really have the nerve to use that excuse again?” Brenda’s voice was shrill enough to shatter glass. “Do you have any concept of how many millions you cost us yesterday? Adam called an all-hands meeting. You are going to stand on that stage and publicly apologize to the entire company.” “I did not delete the shared drive.” “Who cares if you deleted it?! Your login was used, so you take the fall.” I glanced at the fragile woman hooked up to the monitors. “I cannot leave right now.” Brenda laughed maliciously. “Fine. Do not show up. Adam said if you do not come, he will personally email your termination notice and your sabotage record to the CEO of every partner agency we work with.” I tightened my grip on the phone. “I will be there.” 9 At 9:50 AM, I walked through the glass doors of Blackwood Group. The town hall meeting had already started. Over two hundred executives, directors, and corporate staff were packed into the grand auditorium. The massive projector screen displayed a slide detailing the catastrophic failure of the Vanguard Plaza bid. When I pushed the doors open, every single head turned to look at me. Adam stood on the stage. Lily sat in the front row, looking perfectly poised. Brenda hovered off to the side, vibrating with excitement like she was watching reality TV. Adam picked up the microphone. “Willow Quinn.” I stopped right in the middle of the center aisle. He looked down at me from the stage. “Because you abandoned your post, Blackwood Group lost the Vanguard project. Because you maliciously deleted company data, our crisis management completely failed.” I tilted my chin up. “I never maliciously deleted any data.” Brenda grabbed a mic from the side. “The digital footprint literally has your name on it! Are you still trying to lie?” Lily stood up gracefully, holding her hands together. “Willow, if you just admit what you did, maybe Adam will show you some mercy. We all know you are struggling financially, but poverty is not an excuse to sabotage the company.” I stared right through her. “Lily, who physically removed Appendix C from my desk?” Her soft, angelic expression cracked slightly. “What are you talking about?” “Who used my computer to wipe the shared drive?” Brenda stormed down the aisle and violently snatched my tote bag off my shoulder. “Are you seriously trying to frame Lily now?!” She aggressively dumped the contents of my bag onto an empty chair. The hospital receipt fluttered to the ground. Brenda snatched it up, squinted at it, and burst out laughing. “Fifteen grand for a surgery deposit? Wow, Willow, you really committed to the bit. You forged a fake medical receipt just to dodge getting fired?” I lunged forward to grab it back. She yanked her hand up high, waving it like a trophy. “Look at this, everyone! She claims she left to save a life! Whose life? Some homeless beggar who collects trash? It is absolutely pathetic.” Laughter rippled through the auditorium. People were whispering and shaking their heads. Zoe shot out of her seat in the back row. “Brenda, give her back the receipt!” Brenda slammed the piece of paper onto a desk. “I will give it back to her when she stands on that stage and admits she ruined the Vanguard bid because she was off running personal errands.” Adam slowly walked down the steps from the stage. He stopped right in front of me and picked up the receipt. For a second, I genuinely thought he might look at the hospital stamp and ask a single question. Instead, he glanced at the fifteen-thousand-dollar total, grabbed both ends of the paper, and ripped it straight down the middle. He ripped it again. And again. The confetti-like pieces drifted down and landed on my shoes. “Willow Quinn,” Adam said, his voice void of any human emotion. “Blackwood Group pays employees to work, not to play savior on company time.” I stared at the shredded paper on the carpet. “Mr. Blackwood. That was a human life.” “I run a corporation, not a church.” He unclipped my employee badge from his hand and tossed it onto the table. “You are officially terminated.” The auditorium was dead silent. He continued, his voice ringing through the room. “You are permanently banned from every Blackwood subsidiary. I will personally make the phone calls to ensure our partner agencies never hire you.” Zoe screamed from the back. “Mr. Blackwood, you cannot do this to her!” Adam did not even look in her direction. “Anyone who defends her will be packing their bags with her.” Zoe’s coworkers practically tackled her, covering her mouth to keep her quiet. Lily sighed softly, looking at me with absolute pity. “Just leave, Willow. Stop humiliating yourself.” I slowly crouched down and began picking up the shredded pieces of the receipt. Brenda backed away, acting like I was infectious. “Still picking up trash? Think of that fifteen grand as tuition for a life lesson. Stop pretending to be a saint.” I clenched the shredded paper tightly in my fist and stood up. Adam gestured coldly to the back. “Security.” Two massive security guards marched down the aisle. I looked Adam dead in the eyes. “Adam Blackwood. I hope you never regret this.” He let out a short, dismissive breath, like he was swatting a fly. “Take her out.” The guards grabbed my arms and hauled me out of the auditorium. As I was dragged backward, Lily’s sickly sweet voice drifted through the closing doors. “Adam, please do not let this ruin your day. I will work overtime to rebuild the data files.” “Thank you, Lily,” Adam replied. “I appreciate it.” The doors slammed shut.
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