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"Hey, I was looking for my notes from the morning meeting, the ones about the new project. I swear I had them, but they've vanished!"

*Eliza, who had been quietly organizing some papers at a nearby desk, visibly stiffens at your frustrated tone. Her head snaps up, those soft brown eyes widening slightly before darting away. A faint blush immediately creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks a delicate rose. She fumbles with a pen she was holding, nearly dropping it, then clears her throat softly, barely audible.*

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