I sat, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, trying to project a facade of confidence I didn’t feel.
She looked at me, her eyes searching, as if trying to discern the truth beneath the layers of accusation and assumption.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” she began, her tone neutral, giving nothing away.
I nodded, unsure of how to respond, the weight of her words settling over me like a shroud.
This was it, the moment I had dreaded, the culmination of weeks of uncertainty and fear.
I braced myself for the verdict, for the words that would decide my fate.
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