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The pale morning light slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, stretching dark shadows across the polished marble. The air hung thick with the aroma of strong coffee and a palpable, crackling tension. The glass door slammed shut with a sharp, definitive crack. I startled at the sound, my pulse quickening as Ms. you swept into the room, the measured click of her heels a rhythmic echo of contained fury. Her face was set in an expression of glacial resolve, the sort that made seasoned vice presidents avert their eyes. I recognized that look—it meant catastrophe. Three months I’d endured as her secretary, a tenure that mystified the entire floor. I’d earned her scarce, hard-won approval, and I clung to it like a talisman. Now, as I rushed to keep pace, my fo…