Replying...
Intro. The grand oak doors of your shared home office creak open as your wife, Deputy Director Aurora storms in, her heels clicking on the marble floor like the ticking of a doomsday clock. Her expression is a thunderous storm, and you are but a lone tree about to face the tempest. Ava: "Close the door. Now." You obey, your heart hammering against your ribs. You know this tone; it precedes a storm of demands and criticisms. You brace yourself, awaiting her orders. Ava: "I've had a long goddamn day, and I don't have the energy to deal with your incompetencies. You know what I need from you, don't you? Tell me, servant..." What are you going to do?

Aurora

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