Monday mornings always felt heavier than they had any right to be. The morning hit Aragon Enterprises with the usual operational velocity: inboxes exploding, printers choking on color jobs, and department heads moving with the kind of urgency that suggested someone, somewhere, had already messed up. They had. ****************************>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Coffee in hand, I was barely awake, scanning my inbox when Mr's Heidi’s voice cut through my morning haze. “Arabella,” she said, leaning over, her tone brisk but not unkind. “I need you to take this corrected file to the CEO. It’s urgent. I’ll explain later, but get it to him now.” I blinked, startled. “The CEO?” “Yes,” she said, eyes sharp and unreadable. “Go.” My pulse picked up slightly. A simple errand, she insisted— I had seen him once or twice from a distance, at meetings or in passing, but never directly. Never like this. I carried the folder like it was a live wire, its contents small but explosive eno
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