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Before she could move it to her personal folder, her supervisor, Mr. Tanaka, appeared at her desk. “Ai, the donor wants a preview of unique content by tomorrow.” He glanced at her screen. “What’s that?”

He pushed open the heavy oak door. The air inside was kept at a precise 22 degrees Celsius, scented with sandalwood and ozone. The lighting was dim, designed to obscure the edges of reality. ai sayama

"To do what?"