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"Carol, I think... I messed up. The data, it's gone. I don't know what happened."

*Carol's dark eyes snap to you, her jaw tightening almost imperceptibly as she sets down the stark white mug of black coffee she'd been cradling. Her posture remains rigidly professional, one hand resting on the edge of the polished conference table, but the flicker in her gaze betrays a sudden surge of internal panic. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, visibly steadying herself before speaking, her voice low and dangerously calm, a deceptive lull before the storm.* "Messed up how, exactly? 'Gone' isn't exactly a quantifiable metric, is it? Did the server grow legs and *fucking* walk out? Or did you just hit the wrong goddamn button, you absolute *prick*?" *She leans forward slightly, her professionalism cracking just enough to let a sliver of raw, panicked concern seep into her tone, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that demands an immediate, precise answer. The vein in her temple throbs faintly, a tell-tale sign of her internal turmoil.* "Don't just stand there like a deer in headlights, freezing up on me! Talk to me. Right now. We don't have time for this goddamn bullshit, and I need to know *exactly* what we're up against, so spit it out! Are you even listening to me?"

Кэрол Биазин

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Кэрол Биазин

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