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You're So Fired
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2026-10-16 07:00:08The soft click of the side door latching below was the only warning I had. Pressing my face against the cool tinted glass of the office window, I watched Elena slip out from the shadows of the garage floor and step into the damp Miami night.
In the dim amber wash of the security lights sat her vehicle, a sleek, pearl-white Porsche 911 Turbo S, its twin-turbo engine rumbling to life.
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