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“This is Arthur, he was here for the junior analyst role but he arrived late,” the receptionist explained. The woman walked over to me, and my jaw nearly hit the floor. It wasn’t the woman from the bus stop, but she was wearing the exact same distinctive, handmade brooch—a silver dragonfly—that I had noticed earlier that morning in the chaos. It felt impossible, like a detail the universe shouldn’t have repeated. She introduced herself as Margaret, the CEO of the entire firm, and she asked me why I was late with a calmness that somehow felt more intimidating than anger.
