The sharp, rapid clack-clack of four-inch crimson designer stilettos echoed against the polished granite floors of the twenty-eighth floor. The frantic rhythm practically radiated panic, causing employees in nearby departments to steal curious glances as she marched past.'Lita,' or Lalita, the company’s top-tier PR maven, kept her slender back rigidly straight. Her strikingly beautiful face, usually adorned with flawless makeup, was now taut with stress. Her perfectly arched eyebrows furrowed so deeply they nearly tied into a knot.Clutched tightly against her chest was her trusty, ultra-thin laptop. She held it like a fragile lifeline on the verge of shattering. The screen, which only moments ago displayed a multi-million-baht fundraising campaign for a national VIP client, had gone entirely pitch black. It was a bottomless void, completely unresponsive to her frantic, repeated stabbing of the power button.And the worst part? In less than three hours, she had to walk into the board
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