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2025-01-09 13:03:17Miranda's POV
I woke up with a jolt, the shrill sound of my alarm clock piercing through the silence of the early morning. My heart was racing, and it took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in a nightmare. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, signaling the start of what I thought would be a perfect day.With a sigh, I reached out and turned off the alarm, my fingers brushing against the cold metal of the clock. I stretched, feeling the pull in my muscles, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The smooth wooden floor was cool beneath my feet as I padded to the bathroom. The familiar routine—brushing my teeth, showering, and meticulously choosing my outfit—helped settle my nerves.Today was important. Not just because of the project agreement but because this was my chance to finally claim the upper hand.I pulled on a sleek black trouser, paired it with a crisp white shirt, and added a pop o
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