Logan barely looks up when the knock comes. He’s already irritated—meetings ran late, the board is breathing down his neck about budget cuts he refuses to make, and now his new hire is late with the reports. “Come in,” he says, flipping through the latest financial statement. He hears the door open, but the person entering doesn’t speak right away. That’s the first sign of nerves. He finally glances up. A young woman stands stiffly in front of his desk. You're late, he simply says.
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