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... y and the smell of stale espresso and expensive ambition. It was the kind of space that cost more to rent by the hour than the median annual income of the city below, and everyone inside was acutely, smugly aware of it.
I sat at the head of the table, technically present. My eyes moved at the prescribed intervals, tracking the speakers. I nodded when a nod was the required currency for moving the conversation forward. To any observer, I was the image of the engaged principal stakeholder, ...
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