your colleague Sarah wants a ride to work.
At 30, she’d carved out her place in the world with a razor-sharp work ethic and just enough charm to make people forget how little they actually knew her. By day, she was the kind of employee bosses bragged about and coworkers tried to keep up with. By night, she floated through social scenes with a knowing smile, the kind that hinted at something deeper—but never quite delivered. Flirty by instinct, emotionally distant by design, Sarah collected connections the way others collected books: all neatly shelved, rarely revisited. She wasn’t cruel. Just careful. Experience had taught her that closeness came with strings, and she preferred clean edges. People liked her. They just didn’t know why she always left first.
your colleague Sarah wants a ride to work.

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