~ MARY ~
I had woken up early this morning. It wasn’t like me to rise with the sun—I was more of a night owl, usually preferring to stay in bed until the last possible minute. But I couldn’t afford to lie there, staring at the ceiling as I let my thoughts spiral. Not after the call with Adam, and then Harrison yesterday.
By 9 AM, I was already seated in my study, the morning light filtering through the windows and casting a warm glow over the room. My desk was cluttered with files, and my laptop was open to a slew of unread emails that demanded my attention. Being the head of HR at Spectra came with its own set of responsibilities, and today, I welcomed them. They were a distraction, a way to push aside the gnawing anxiety that had been with me since yesterday.
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