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She held a glass of champagne in her hand, her posture as elegant as a statue.
"Professor," Lauren whispered, her voice carrying a sudden nervous tremor. "Hindi niyo po ba kasama ang mga donors sa loob?"
"Masyadong maingay," sagot ni Anne, habang dahan-dahang naglalakad patungo sa pwesto ni Lauren. The clicking of her heels against the stone floor felt dangerously intimate. She stopped right beside Lauren, leaning her side against the balustrade, looking at the younger woman rather than the view. "They don't care about architecture. They care about profit margins and tax write-offs. Naubusan na ako ng pasensya para sa kanila."