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A pressure because it meant he couldn't hide anything. "Yes," Elijah said. He reached into his bag and took out the document and set it on the island in front of Alexander. Alexander looked at it. The document was six pages, stapled in the top left corner, with a cover sheet that said: Elijah Collins and Jerome Adeyemi, Dominic Restaurant Group — Investment Proposal. The typeface was clean and legible, the layout careful without being fussy, the whole thing carrying the specific quality of a document that had been prepared rather than assembled. Elijah had learned the difference from Alexander—an assembled document was a collection of parts, a prepared document was an argument. Each section

Thus, the literary writing hiatus must have been temporarily called off and replaced with its numeric, logical or conditional counterpart owing to the demands of work. And because of the need to collaborate and share file with others, I finally decided to learn and understand the workings of Google Sheets. I was so comfortable then with my syntax writing skills in Microsoft Excel that I never entertained the possibility of collaboration since it is my belief that I could thrive alone with all the skills I am in possession back then. Forcing myself to learn Google Sheets would definitely me put me in a situation of unease and undue adjustments.

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I don't say a word, I just slide into my new, front-row seat and give him a wink that nearly makes him drop his stylus. --- The morning drags on in a blur of lecture notes, but my desk becomes a magnet for activity. By noon, three envelopes have found their way onto my workspace. The Goblin's application is digital and exhausting. Every line is written with the frantic sincerity of someone who proofread his resume eight times and still fears a typo. He's useful, but I like to keep them hungry. Liviel's application is a different beast entirely. It's handwritten on thick, cream-colored cardstock, the penmanship immaculate and sharp.