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button on my control deck.
The video froze. The room went silent. I slowly took off my headphones, resting them around my neck, and looked up at him. I didn't look at him with longing. I didn't look at him with anger. I looked at him the way a technician looks at a malfunctioning printer.
"Yes, Mr. Cromwell?" My voice was clear, professional, and entirely hollow.
"What is this?" he asked, his voice low and vibrating with a suppressed heat.
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