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The sound of heavy rain hitting the building's glass had been audible since the afternoon. The street lights slowly lit up as the sky grew darker. Elena tucked her drawing tools into her folder, took a deep breath, and stared out the office window filled with the shadows of raindrops.

What a day, she thought. But all the designs were done, all the revisions had been sent, nothing else was pending.

"Miss Elena, you’re not heading home yet?" asked Mila, wearing a light raincoat and ...