The week following the elevator encounter was an exercise in cognitive dissonance for Lara. The seventh floor was a universe of primary colors, stand-up agile meetings, brainstorming sessions with colorful post-its, and the grating corporate cheerfulness of a young and ambitious marketing team. Her new colleagues were pleasant, her immediate boss, Mr. Almeida, a middle-aged man with a permanently harried air, but fair. The work was challenging, but within the sphere of what she had expected: market analyses, campaign drafts, performance reports.But behind every task, every smile exchanged in the kitchen, the rough texture of the commercial-grade carpet, loomed the shadow of the tenth floor. It was as if she had been infected by a silent virus, a perspective that separated her from the others. While everyone discussed the how, she now also thought about the why. While they worried about a post's engagement, she caught herself pondering customer acquisition cost and the return on inves
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