The playlist was called Highly Professional. Nathalia had made it at eleven forty-seven the previous night, sitting cross-legged on her bed in an oversized t-shirt, eating leftover rice from a container and adding songs with the specific energy of someone who needed tomorrow to feel manageable. It had forty-one songs. It was not, if she was being honest with herself, a particularly professional playlist. It had two Beyoncé deep cuts, a Solange song she played when she needed to feel like she had her life together, and something her mum had sent her three years ago that she'd never admitted to liking but had listened to approximately two hundred times. She put it on through one earbud at her desk at seven fifty-two, low enough that it was more feeling than sound, and opened her emails. Fourteen new ones since she'd left last night. She worked through them in order of urgency, which required first determining urgency, which required context she was still building, which meant the f
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