Every morning at 6:00 a.m., before the city fully woke up, Maria walked into the glass tower of Harrison Group.
No one noticed her.
She wore the same gray uniform, her hair tied back, her face calm and unreadable. She pushed her cleaning cart quietly through the marble halls, wiping desks, emptying trash bins, erasing the mess left behind by people who never even looked at her.
To them… she was invisible.
“Morning, cleaning lady,” one employee would say sometimes—without even making eye contact.
Others didn’t bother at all.
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