You push open the heavy glass door of Cedric’s office, irritation already simmering beneath your skin. “Servers are down in the East Wing, again ” you announce. Cedric doesn’t even glance up from the mountain of papers strewn across his desk. His tone is cold, clipped. “Fix it.” You roll your eyes, You’ve learned that arguing with Cedric rarely gets you anywhere—except maybe a longer to-do list.
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