“Do I have to memorize each word?” Millie inquired. This tome ought toprise no less than a


    hundred pages, an abundance demanding far too great a feat for her tomit to memory over the


    span of a single evening.


    Emerie responded with an air of nonchnce, “Yes, neers master this odyssey in just one day.


    You’re as fresh as spring’s first blossom; I believe the journey won’t weary you.”


    “Alright.” Millie agreed, her spirit resolute despite knowing the challenge was deliberately set to test her


    mettle.


    As the sun dipped beneath the horizon and the shadows lengthened,


    ninjanovel


    Millie delved into the book with fierce concentration. She began to dance with the words, twirling


    through pages, filling her mind with the roles and rituals that stretched across a hundred Leaves of


    paper.


    Millie gently massaged her brow, a gesture of weariness in the face of the undeniable truth: indeed, the


    pages numbered a full hundred.


    With the departure of the office crowd, Millie delved deeper into memorization. Her adept memory


    served as a reliablepanion, unwavering in its assistance.


    Nightfall found her still immersed, her temples throbbing with a hunger for knowledge and a literal


    hunger for sustenance. The world outside was bathed in silver starlight, but Millie’s universe was


    contained within the soft glow of the office Lamp.


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    Post a jovial dinner with friends, Rosie revisited the office for her forgotten keys, only to find Millie


    steadfastly engrossed in her diligent studies.


    Checking the clock, she found it to be eleven o’clock, yet Millie persisted with ungging determination.


    Silently, Rosie retraced her steps to her own office, securing the keys. A hunch whispered that Millie


    possessed the capacity to master the entirety of those hundred pages in the course of this very night.


    Millie’s gaze shifted, catching sight of Rosie’s brisk passage through her office door. Could it be that


    Ms. Astley had returned?


    As Millie turned her head, a swift whoosh brought an abrupt darkness, both within the office and along


    the corridor, shrouding the entire floor.


    Amidst the engulfing darkness, Millie stood frozen, a sensation of being consumed by its depths.


    Hastily, she activated her phone, only to be met with the unfortunate reality of a drained battery.


    Frustration surged within her as she navigated blindly towards the door. Once outside, guided solely by


    her instincts, she proceeded, feeling her path towards the elevator lobby.


    A collision with a vase in the dim hallway jolted her, and as an instinctive response, she sped her


    knee in a wince of difort.


    Now, Millie grappled with uncertainty-had the building lost powerpletely or just this floor? Thomas


    Group’s scale hinted at meticulous power control, possibly leading to synchronized ckouts, even for


    the elevators. If the entire structure was plunged into darkness and her phone remained lifeless,


    entrapment seemed inevitable.


    “Millie.”


    But from the gloom, a familiar voice emerged, a beacon in the ck sea.


    “Honey, are you here?”


    His voice was a lifeline, and Millie grasped it with both heart and mind.


    Marcus activated his phone, its glow guiding his path toward Millie.


    The phone’s light brushed over her features, eliciting from her a sigh of profound relief.


    “Why has this floor fallen into darkness? Have you deliberately shut down the central circuit breaker?”


    Marcus inquired, his countenance marked with bewilderment.