The bid proposal was due at midnight, and Maya Brennan had been at it for fourteen hours straight.
Her laptop screen glowed in the darkened conference room like a altar, and the stack of financial models on her left had achieved something接近 structural instability. She rubbed her eyes, typed another formula, and told herself she was fine because saying it out loud made it real and she wasn't ready for real yet. Her phone buzzed. Nathan. She stared at it. Didn't answer. Buzzed again. Still...
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