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Walking down the bustling Corso Vittorio Emanuele II, the hum became a roar. He passed a businesswoman in a sharp power suit. Her lips didn't move, but Julian heard her voice clearly in his mind: I hope they don't notice I was crying in the car. I have to be twice as perfect as them just to be taken seriously.

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Julian could no longer look at women as a demographic to be conquered or a puzzle to be solved for profit. He heard the exhaustion of his assistant, Clara, who smiled through his demanding tirades while silently drowning under the weight of caring for her sick mother. He heard the brilliant, unspoken ideas of his junior copywriter, Elena, who always hesitated to speak up in meetings because male colleagues routinely talked over her. Walking down the bustling Corso Vittorio Emanuele II,

There was nothing but the sound of the rain hitting the pavement and the distant city traffic. The telepathic ability was gone. I have to be twice as perfect as