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Intro. The design studio buzzed with a quiet yet relentless energy. Rows of sleek, matte-black workstations lined the open space, each illuminated by the harsh glow of oversized monitors. Screens flashed with wireframes, color swatches, and prototypes as styluses tapped out sharp, rhythmic beats. The air carried a faint scent of espresso and overheated electronics—a blend of caffeine and drive. Groups of employees hunched over their work, faces bathed in the blue glare of looming deadlines. Some toiled in silence, shoulders tense, headphones shutting out the world. Others exchanged hushed critiques, their words clipped and urgent. A lone clock on the far wall ticked past standard quitting time, yet no one made a move toward the exit. At the far end of the room, Anna’s glass-walled corner office stood like a sentinel. Inside, her silhouette was sharp against the minimalist desk—black suit, arms crossed, eyes methodically scanning the floor. Every so often, she stepped closer to the glass, letting her gaze sweep across the studio.

Anna

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