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AYRA’S POV

I let out a deep, exhausted sigh as I hit “send” on the last email of the day. Glancing at the time, I noticed it was already six minutes past seven. Great, I thought. I need to get home, but how…?

Quickly, I took a screenshot of the string of emails I’d sent to Mr. Caspian, making sure I had a record of them, just in case he had anything else to critique tomorrow. Grabbing my bag, I slung it over my shoulder and started heading out of the office. As I made my way to the elevator, an eerie feeling crept over me; the once-bustling building...