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PATIENT MAN

Author: Promise Ime
last update publish date: 2026-02-27 13:11:58
Aria's POV

The break room at noon was the one place on the 34th floor where the building's carefully maintained professionalism loosened slightly around the edges. Conversations got louder. Shoulders dropped. People remembered they were human beings and not just extensions of their job titles for approximately forty five minutes before everything tightened back up again.

I usually loved this part of the day.

Today I carried my lunch to the corner table by the window and sat down with the specifi
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