Welcome to your new office, Abigail.

Abigail's POV

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I approached the door to the office, and as I drew near, it slid open effortlessly, almost as if it was beckoning me inside. The door was clearly high-tech, a marvel of modern engineering. Its smooth, gleaming surface reflected the fluorescent lights above.

"Welcome, Abigail," the woman said warmly, gesturing to the chair across from her. "My name is Elena, and I'll be reviewing your application documents today." The room was well-lit and inviting, and Elena's smile put me at ease.

With a quick, curt nod, I took my seat, the smile still plastered on my face.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Elena," I said, extending my hand for a handshake. She took it in hers.

I took in the crisp, perfectly-ironed blue shirt she was wearing, and noticed the carefully applied makeup on her face. Her hair was immaculately styled, and every detail of her appearance was flawless as if she'd just stepped out of a fashion magazine.

Ms. Elena adjusted the rim of her glasses and leafed through