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πŸ“– Part 4: The First Day

The clock on the wall of the executive suite read exactly 7:30 AM.

Ira was already at her desk, a steaming cup of black coffee to her right, her eyes scanning the global market openings on her left monitor while reviewing the logistics budget on her right. Her expression was a calm, impenetrable shield. To the rest of the company, she was the machine that never slept.

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