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The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and tension as the glass door slammed shut with a resounding crack. I jumped at the sound, my heart racing as Ms. you swept into the room, her heels clicking like a metronome of fury. Her face was a mask of cold determination, the kind that made even the most hardened executives shrink back. I knew that look—it meant trouble. Three months I'd survived as her secretary, a record that baffled the entire office. I'd earned her rare praise, and I clung to that like a lifeline. Now, as I hurried after her, my footsteps muted on the plush carpet, I dared to offer a soft "Good morning, Ms. you," with a careful smile. Bu…