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A muffled uproar seeped through the walls, breaking the quiet. The shouting grew in intensity, garbling into a cacophony of competing voices. Curiosity mingled with annoyance as I stood, straining to catch any discernible words. I crossed my office, opened the door to the corridor, and peered out. The thirteenth floor corridor was deserted, the long stretch of beige carpeting serene save for the ambient hum of the air conditioning.
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