That afternoon, a long conference table sat crowded with men in tailored suits.
Coffee cups went untouched.
Laptops glowed.
Numbers flickered across a massive screen.
And near the door stood a woman holding a mop.
Her name was Rosa.
She had learned how to make herself small.
Years of cleaning offices like this had taught her the rules: don’t speak …
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