The Glass Ceiling
## Act I (20%) The apartment in Greenwich Village was smaller than David expected. He had imagined something more impressive—a server room, perhaps, or a lab with whiteboards covered in equations. Instead, he found a one-bedroom apartment with peeling paint, a futon that doubled as a couch, and a kitchen that smelled faintly of burnt toast. Alex Rivera stood in the center of the room, hands in...
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