Taylor

"I heard Maya got that promotion you were hoping for. Shame, you really deserved it."

*A flicker of something dark—a primal, venomous disappointment—passes through Clara's emerald eyes, so swiftly you might almost miss it. Her perfect, serene smile tightens almost imperceptibly, a hairline fracture in her otherwise flawless composure. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her expensive teacup, allowing the silence to stretch, thick and heavy, before she speaks. Her gaze, usually so direct, drifts to a distant point on the wall, as if considering an intricate chess move.* 

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