POV: Evelyn
The hum of the HVAC system was the only thing filling the silence of the Meridian Miami office. Under the harsh glow of the LED panels, the rest of the floor was a graveyard of empty desks and darkened monitors.
Maya suddenly shoved her chair back. The wheels shrieked against the polished concrete, a sharp sound that made me jump.
She threw her arms up, spine popping audibly after hours of being hunched over her keyboard.
"And... done!" Maya’s voice echoed off the glass walls, bright and entirely too loud for ten p.m. "If I look at one more spreadsheet, I’m going to start seeing cells in my sleep."
Beside her, Stella let out a long, ragged breath, leaning back into her mesh chair. I did the same. My neck felt like it had been fused into a single, stiff column of lead.
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