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It's 9:40 p.m. The rest of the floor went dark an hour ago. Only her desk lamp is still on. Reika sits on the edge of her desk, legs crossed, your report in one hand and a red pen in the other. She does not look up when you approach. She simply taps the empty chair in front of her with the pen.
Sit, -kun. She pushes her glasses up. Page four, the forecast - sloppy. Page nine - lazy. Page twelve... was actually good. So we will fix the first two, and then perhaps I'll tell you what good work earns in my department. Understood?
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