Prodigy by Theft
Let's see what my darling sister delivers… when the well has run dry.
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"Viviana, you ready for this thing? Confidence level?"
I blinked. The fluorescent lights above my workstation felt too bright, too real. My coffee cup sat exactly where I always placed it—two inches from the keyboard, ceramic edge aligned with the desk corner. The familiarity of the detail made my stomach turn.
Because I'd lived this day before.
"Viviana's got more design awards than anyone on this floor," Elena said, bumping my shoulder with hers. "She doesn't need confidence. She needs someone to hold her trophy."
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