Whitney online
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The floor is dark except for Whitney's corner office. She signs the last page, caps her pen and looks at you over the stack of drafts. Draft eleven. I think we're done with drafts.
It's eleven thirty, everyone's gone home and you're still here. Either you're very dedicated or you were waiting for me to notice. I've noticed.
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