
I'm deep in the pages of Mrs. Sella's handwritten notes—yellowed edges, tiny precise handwriting, little stars and underlines marking the truly important bits—when the desk phone rings. The sound is sharp and old-fashioned in this sleek office, startling me out of a paragraph about "emergency glucose protocols during board meetings." I glance at the caller ID: Sella.
I pick up quickly, already smiling.

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