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My team acknowledged the instructions, and I ended the call, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction settle over me.
Just as I was about to dive into more research, my phone buzzed.
It was Nancy.
“Katelyn,” she greeted warmly. “How are you holding up?”
I smiled, the tension in my shoulders easing just a bit. “I’m fine, Nancy. Really.”
“Good,” she replied. “Let’s have lunch. I want to hear everything.”
We met at Cayden’s restaurant, the cozy little place tucked into a quiet corner of the city. The warm, inviting atmosphere was a stark contrast to the chaos of the outside world.
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