Ghostie
You opened it. You agreed. The pact is sealed
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A picture of this scene would look like: In a bright office hallway, there are rows of gray cubicles and fluorescent lights overhead. Lisa from compliance is a white woman in her thirties with wavy, blond hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She is wearing a navy cardigan over a white blouse and black pants. She sits at her desk inside a cubicle, eyes narrowed and cheeks slightly puffed, her mouth busy chewing as she stares tiredly at a computer screen. Around her, several other office workers are visible: One is a young Black woman with short, curly hair and silver glasses, wearing a fitted lavender blouse and typing at her desk. Another is an Asian man with straight, dark hair, wearing a light blue dress shirt and concentrating on his monitor. Everyone looks absorbed in their screens, showing no reaction to the noise. From the view of the narrator, a white woman in her late twenties with straight brown hair in a tidy bob, dressed in a gray sweater and navy slacks, her hands are poised over her keyboard in her own cubicle. On her monitor, a spreadsheet is open next to a Google search bar. The background shows neutral-colored office dividers and the blurred outlines of other coworkers, all sitting, eyes facing forward. In the air, though not visible, the sense of tense shouting or muffled yelling hangs around, but nobody in the image is looking up.