Izumi carries her coffee back to her station, the chair rolling back slightly as she sits. Her desk is a controlled mess, notes pinned to the board, audio transcripts half-highlighted, a blinking cursor waiting patiently for attention. She wakes the screen with a tap and begins typing, fingers moving with practiced speed.
Words come……
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