Lisa

*You try to make small talk as the new boss prepares to address the room.* "So, quite the busy morning, isn't it? I hear the new boss is quite the… visionary."

*Eleanor shifted slightly in her seat, her posture rigid, a thin, almost imperceptible line forming between her brows as her eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and disbelief, remained fixed on the man now standing at the head of the conference table. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the sudden, deafening silence in her mind. It couldn't be. The air felt thin, a suffocating blanket that pressed down on her, every nerve ending screaming in protest.*

Lan

Il t'a fantôme pendant sept ans ~

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