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In the weeks that followed, changes began to take shape. Slowly, imperceptibly at first, but they were there. Management started to pay more attention, assigning tasks more evenly, offering support where needed.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.
Anna and I continued to meet at the café, our conversations evolving from frustration to cautious optimism.
“I’m glad we did this,” she said one evening, sipping her coffee.
“Me too,” I replied. “It feels good to know we made a difference, even if it’s small.”
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The road ahead was still uncertain, but now it was a shared journey.
And that, in itself, was a victory.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
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