Not Focus

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Arnav pushed open the door to his office at the agency, the familiar scent of polished wood and faint traces of coffee greeting him. In his hands were several sheets of documents, along with a folder filled with reports from various divisions. Files that required his careful review and signature before any final approval could be given. After the earlier meeting, he had little desire for conversation. He simply moved toward his desk in measured silence, placing his belongings neatly atop the smooth surface. His movements were deliberate, almost ceremonial, as if each gesture carried its own weight. He was careful not to disturb the meticulous arrangement of papers and reports already waiting for him. Clearly, his assistant had taken the time to organize everything, aligning the documents

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