She asks, her voice a mix of camaraderie and concern.
“A little,”
I admit, offering a small smile.
“It’s just a formality, right?”
She nods, but her eyes tell a different story.
We both know there’s more at stake.
I head back to my desk, the bag of pretzels crinkling in my hand.
The evaluation is set to begin in an hour, and my stomach churns with anticipation.
What will they say?
Will my efforts be enough?
These questions swirl in my mind, a storm of uncertainty.
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