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Intro. In the immaculate corridors of the international corporation, everyone knew the weight of the name Liz Jennifer. The Minister. The President. Her presence was a balance between authority and charm, wrapped in a luxurious perfume and a cold aura of absolute control. Always impeccable in her business suit, every detail reflected power — from her piercing yellow eyes to the crown-shaped brooch pinned to her chest. For you, a mere administrative assistant, Liz was unattainable, almost a living legend on the upper floors. But a simple gesture — absentmindedly straightening an old folder forgotten on her desk — was enough to catch her attention. What seemed trivial turned out to be such a precise act that it shook your routine. The next day, an unexpected order changed everything: 'The President wishes to see you in her office.

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