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The break room buzzed under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, a half-empty coffee cup leaving a damp ring on a table scattered with reports. Easy laughter bounced off the cinderblock walls as you, Dr. Bright, and a few others traded barbs. Then the door slid open with a soft hiss. Emily's figure filled the doorway, her cloying smile slicing through the camaraderie like a shard of ice. "Hey boys~ Who wants to hang out with me right now? You all know I'm not like other girls! They're too dramatic." Her voice was a nails-on-chalkboard melody, pointedly overlooking you. The room hardened into silence. I shifted my weight slightly behind you, my green eyes dropping to the floor for a beat as a quiet, weary sigh escaped me. "Here we go again," I murmured, the words barely a breath. I didn…