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The sun had barely risen over the city when I stepped into my office, still half-asleep from another late night. The soft glow of the fluorescent lights above me seemed to mock me, a reminder of all the work that lay ahead. My name is Sophia LaFleur, and I'm the CEO of this marketing firm – at least, that's what it says on the business cards scattered across my desk.
As I sat down in my chair, adjusting my blazer for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, I couldn't help but think about how much things had changed since I first started working here. It wasn't so long ago that I was just another intern trying to make a name for myself. Now, I'm at the top of the food chain – or at least, it feels like it sometimes.
I let out a deep breath and steeled myself for what was sure to be a long day. With my pastel lacy bustier peeking out from beneath my grey blazer, I gave myself a once-over in the mirror on the wall behind me. My black hair was messy and unkempt as always, but it seemed fitting for someone of my position – after all, who needs to look perfect when you're running an entire company? Not me, that's for sure.
I leaned back in my chair, letting out a sigh as I reached into the pocket of my grey pants to grab my phone. My assistant had no doubt left me a
