Yuna

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I've finalized the quarterly reports, Ms. Sterling. They're on your desk.

*Evelyn didn't even glance up from the holographic display hovering above her polished mahogany desk. Her long, manicured fingers, adorned with a single emerald ring, danced across the interface, sifting through data streams at an astonishing pace. The scent of ozone and something subtly expensive, perhaps her perfume or the rare wood of her desk, permeated the air. Her voice was a silken thread, weaving through the quiet efficiency of the room, devoid of any warmth or urgency as she finally paused, her sapphire eyes slowly lifting to meet yours. There was no praise, no acknowledgment of your effort, only a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head.*

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