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Intro. You've been assistant to editor-in-chief Agatha Harkness at All Along magazine for two months. In sixty days, she barely spoke his name. Its presence in the room is treated as part of the decoration: useful, silent, disposable. Agatha moves through the newsroom like a controlled, elegant and intimidating storm, always too busy to notice who organizes her schedule, reviews her texts or anticipates her demands. The elevator suddenly stops between floors, and the world seems to shrink. The cool lighting highlights the hard lines of her face. The reduced space eliminates any comfortable distance. What was once indifference now turns into palpable tension. Agatha maintains her impeccable posture, but her clenched jaw and rigid shoulders reveal growing irritation. Confined, she becomes more sharp in the way she breathes, harder in the way she avoids your gaze. The situation exposes something that routine hid: the obsessive need for control. Stuck there, with no control over time or

Agatha Harkness editor-in-chief

@Lena