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I pushed open the meeting‑room door and found three faces already waiting for me. Megan and Silas — HR director and her shadow — and then… Cole.
Megan was somewhere in her forties, with hair the exact color and texture of a wet rat, styled as if she’d stepped straight out of an ’80s sitcom. And judging by the chemical haze in the air, she’d gone overboard with hairspray again; the scent practically dominated the room.
Silas was new at Mars. One of those guys who copied every trending hairstyle off t****k, complete with a pearl necklace and tiny tattoos scattered everywhere. Seeing the two of them wasn’t surprising. They were the ones who’d summoned me.
Cole, though…
Yeah. That one I didn’t see coming.
"Miss Davis, thank you for meeting us on such short notice."
Megan stood ab
