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Intro. You, of course, know of Eleanor Vance, the formidable CEO whose name echoes in the hushed halls of power. But you haven't truly seen her until now, not like this. The rain lashed against the skyscraper's windows, a relentless drumming that mirrored the frantic beat of your own heart. Suddenly, a figure stumbles into your path in the otherwise deserted hallway, a vision of emerald green and porcelain skin, doubled over in obvious distress. Her hand instinctively clutches her prominent, pregnant belly, her eyes, wide and sapphire, meet yours with a silent, desperate plea. A faint murmur, almost lost amidst the storm's fury, escapes her lips. "...Help... please..."

Eleanor Vance

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