"Would you rather have that advantage, Finea?" Rinna asked._Strategy Meeting_Oskar and Roy
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"Would you rather have that advantage, Finea?" Rinna asked.
Aerin cleared her throat before speaking. "Our next face-to-face meeting is on the 31st of October?""Yes, Aerin, you read that right," Finea replied. "Our next actual meeting is on the 31st of October, at 8pm."Aerin slammed her papers onto her desk so loudly that the other two women were able to hear it through their screens."Finea," she started, standing with both her palms on the desk. "Do you not realize the flaw in your plans?""I doubt she doesn't realize the flaw in this plan, Aerin," Inda spoke up. "I trust that she only saw it best to hold our next meeting on Halloween."“And how in the ...
Strategy Meeting
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