~Helena~ The office buzzed like a restless hive that afternoon. Phones rang in sharp bursts, printers whirred, keyboards clicked in uneven rhythms, and faint conversations overlapped until they blended into a low hum of corporate chaos. It wasn’t unusual for us to be this busy, we were, after all, handling end-of-quarter reconciliations, but something about the atmosphere today felt different. Urgent. Tight. Heavy.I sat at my desk, posture straight and disciplined, but inside my head was a storm of distractions. My lamp cast a soft pool of light over the mess of files I had organized into small, neat stacks. Highlighters, pink, blue, neon yellow, were scattered across the desk like fragments of my restless thoughts, each one marking something “important,” though half the time, everything felt important.The Carter account sat open in front of me. Rows of numbers, balances, transfers, and annotations fil
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