Beyond The Surface
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he said, his tone apologetic.
"It's okay," I replied, not wanting to engage in conversation. I turned my attention back to my phone, hoping to avoid further interaction.
“Alright, good luck, Maya," he said, noticing my disinterest and deciding to take a seat.
I could feel someone’s gaze fixed on me and turned to see Isabella staring with a cold expression in her eyes. As soon as our eyes met, she quickly looked away, resuming her conversation with her assistant. The tension in the air was palpable and I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a fierce competition.
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