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... ed, presentations flickered across the screen, and decisions were made with the efficiency of a machine that had learned how to operate without hesitation. I sat at the head of the table, pen moving steadily across my notebook, nodding at the right moments, interrupting when necessary.
I was doing everything right.
That was the problem.
There had been a time—recent enough to ache—when the space beside me felt occupied even when it wasn’t. Not physically. Something subtler ...
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