Aria’s POVMonday morning, I decided that silence and compliance aren't working. It's time to advocate for myself properly.I arrive at Cross Technologies an hour early, the building stripped of its usual menace in the pre-dawn stillness. The glass and steel feel less like a cage today, more like a battlefield I might actually survive.Elena Santos's office is on the thirty-eighth floor. I've rehearsed my words a hundred times, nailing down my facts, steadying my voice, locking away every shred of emotion that might make me look weak.I wait in the empty corridor, watching the sun climb over downtown LA, painting the city in shades of pink and gold. From up here, everything looks orderly and peaceful—so different from the chaos that haunts my life."Ms. Holt?"I turn to find Elena Santos in the doorway, coffee cup paused halfway to her lips, surprise flickering across her impeccably composed face. Navy suit. Cream blouse. Not a wrinkle in sight."I'm sorry to come so early," I say, fo
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