[ All of this seems as if man-made blockages, inherently designed to keep people like Emily from climbing the ladder. What is there to be upset about? She's good at her job. ]
Much longer...?
[ Aerith comes to a screeching halt, and concern ripples through her expression like paint clouding water. ]
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Much longer...?
[ Aerith comes to a screeching halt, and concern ripples through her expression like paint clouding water. ]
Emily, what do you mean?