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I hung out in the dim alcove by the emergency stairwell, the low hum of the office air conditioning my only companion, aside from the rapid pounding of my own heart. Annalise's voice sliced through the air in sharp, angry bursts, filled with a sense of entitlement that could sour milk from a distance.
She was still on her phone, cigarette smoke from her cigarette curling lazily upwards like an omen, and I should have just turned around then. I really should have made a beeline for the break room, grabbed a protein bar, and pretended I hadn't heard a thing. But, of course, curiosity, my pesky companion...held me in place.
