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ELEANOR
I sat in my sleek, modern office, the large windows behind me offering a stunning view of the city skyline. My desk was immaculate, a testament to my meticulous nature.
I adjusted my laptop slightly, ensuring the camera captured my professional yet approachable demeanor.
The screen displayed my business partner in Paris, a distinguished gentleman with a sharp suit and an equally sharp mind.
"Eleanor, we need to finalize the details of the merger,"
he said, his French accent adding a certain charm to the conversation.
"The board is eager to move forward."
I nodded, her expression composed and focused.
"I understand, Jacques. We’ve reviewed the financials and the market projections. Our teams are aligned on the key objectives. The only outstanding matter is the
