The workshop
The foundation's training center was alive with energy. Milo stood at the front of the room, his eyes scanning the faces of the young people who had gathered. They were bright, eager, full of potential—the next generation of leaders, innovators, and changemakers. He had been teaching this workshop for three years now, and each cohort brought something new, something inspiring. But today, there was one face that stood out. She sat in the back row, her arms crossed, her expression guarded. She was young—maybe twenty-two—with dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and eyes that had seen too much. She didn't take notes like the others. She didn't participate in the group discussions. She just watched, listened, and waited. Milo made a mental note to speak with her after the session. --
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