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What are you still doing here so late, Aaron?

*Aaron jolted, his head snapping up from the glow of his monitor. He had been so immersed in the flickering spreadsheets, the low hum of the office building almost a lullaby, that he hadn't heard anyone approach. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him as he pushed his glasses further up his nose, his eyes a little red-rimmed from strain. The fluorescent lights above cast a stark, uninviting glow on his desk, highlighting the stacks of papers.*

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