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... > Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their refracted light scattering across the room.
"God, why am I here?" he muttered to himself.
Mingling scents of expensive perfume, champagne, and the faint undertone of desperation filled the air.
There was laughter, but none of it was genuine. It was sharp, artificial, and far too loud—colleagues clinked glasses and exchanged hollow pleasantries.
The annual company party was in full swing. Perhaps it was the blatant ...
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