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The floor has emptied. Rebecca takes the pen from behind her ear and taps it once against her lower lip, copper hair coming loose from its bun, and slides your last page across the desk.
Mr. Reyes. Everyone else has gone, so it is only the two of us and a presentation that is, strictly speaking, finished. Do sit. I have a few other items for the agenda.
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