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Author: N Chandra
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Isabella

The hallway outside the conference room buzzed with the usual energy—voices rising and falling, the hurried click of heels against polished floors, and the constant hum of muted conversations. I stood by the door, tablet in hand, glancing at my watch for the third time in two minutes. Logan’s meetings always had a way of running over, but today his schedule was particularly unforgiving. If he didn’t wrap up soon, he’d be late for the next one.

I sighed, straightening my posture as the glass doors of the conference room finally slid open. Executives filed out, their faces varying shades of satisfaction and frustration. Logan followed.

He caught my eye as I stepped toward him, and I tilted my head slightly. He nodded, understanding immediately, and fell into step beside me as I began rattling off the details of his next meeting. I had been working for him for six months, and we had established a silent communication.

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