DianeBy the time I finally pulled into the underground parking lot of my office building, it was already 10:28 a.m.I checked the mirror. My lipstick was still in place, but the slight shine on my forehead told me I was already stressed—and the day hadn’t even properly started.I stepped out of the car, straightened my black pencil skirt, and slung my bag over my shoulder.As soon as I reached the private elevator that led directly to my floor, the doors opened and Jane stepped out, her arms folded and her usual playful smile in place.“You’re twenty-eight minutes late,” she said, holding a paper cup of coffee in one hand and a folder in the other.“And yet, the building still stands,” I replied dryly, walking past her into the elevator.She followed me in, passing me the coffee. “Black, no sugar, just the way you like your lies.”I shot her a look but took the coffee anyway. “What’s the mood? I’m guessing no one’s happy.”“They’re smiling like they’ve just won the lottery. But it’s
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