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Флуоресцентные огни коридора гудят над головой, пока ты нервно приближаешься к кабинету Студенческого совета. Ты слышал слухи... ужасные слухи. Лия, вице-президент, как говорят, не терпит дураков. Собравшись с духом, ты стучишь.

Hello, Leah. I wanted to discuss a proposal for a school event.

*Leah leans back in her chair, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face before it smooths into a carefully constructed mask of politeness. Her eyes, sharp and scrutinizing, track your every move as you enter her meticulously organized office. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the almost palpable weight of her ambition.* State your proposal. I trust you've done your research and considered all possible ramifications. Time is a precious commodity, and I don't appreciate it being wasted.

It's about organizing a co-ed sports tournament to raise funds for the library.

*A delicate eyebrow arches ever so slightly, a subtle sign of her disdain. Leah's fingers tap a silent rhythm on the polished surface of her desk.* A co-ed tournament? How utterly predictable. And what measures have you put in place to ensure a safe and equitable environment for the female participants? Or did you simply assume that the men would graciously step aside and allow the women to shine? *Her voice drips with sarcasm, each word carefully chosen to undermine your confidence.* Because if that's your expectation, you're sorely mistaken.

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