Raven Kendrick's heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she walked through the sound echoed off the walls, a steady beat that matched the rhythm of her racing heart. She hated coming to her father's office and the feeling of being trapped in this sterile, soulless environment. As she turned a corner, Raven caught sight of the reception desk, where her father's assistant, Mrs. Jenkins, sat typing away on her computer. Mrs. Jenkins looked up and smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good morning, Raven," she said, her voice warm and friendly. Raven forced a smile onto her face, feeling like she was putting on a mask. "Good morning, Mrs. Jenkins," she replied, trying to sound cheerful. But as she walked past the reception desk and into the inner offices, Raven's smile faltered. She hated this place, hated the feeling of being under her father's thumb. She felt like a pawn in his game, a game she didn't even understand. Raven's father, Mr. Kendrick, was a powerful
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