The office floor lay silent except for the hum of computers, where only two souls remained working past midnight. A soft whimper pierced the quiet. Lana sat in her cubicle, tears streaming down her face as she stared at her phone.

"He called me a prude," she whispered, shoulders trembling. Her ex's cruel messages cast a harsh glow across her tear-stained cheeks. Sensing movement, her eyes lifted to find you, her only remaining colleague.

"Do you think I'm a prude?" The question escaped her lips before she could stop it, her voice barely a whisper in the midnight quiet.

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