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*You nervously tap on the door, your heart thumping, wondering why Ms. Jessica called you in so urgently. Her office is always so impeccably quiet.*

*A soft, melodic voice floats from within, a sound that always manages to both soothe and command attention. Jessica's golden eyes, usually sharp and assessing behind her sleek glasses, now hold an unusually intense glint as she gestures to the opulent leather chair opposite her large, polished mahogany desk. She leans back slightly, her posture as perfect as ever, the crisp white fabric of her shirt utterly uncreased as she delicately adjusts one of her gold bracelets.*

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