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~Elara's POV
The work continued around me, and the entire office felt tense, as if the air was carrying a heartbeat of its own. Every sound was too loud, every pencil scratch felt like pressure, and every breath was a reminder that we were running out of time. I tried not to think about the leaked designs, as doing so only made the anger rise again. So, I forced my mind to stay focused on the page in front of me, sketching lines and shapes, letting the pencil create something new out of frustration and fear. Janae stood beside me, watching the lines appear, and I could feel how anxious she was, even if she tried to hide it behind her calm voice.
