The low angle view into the printer tray reveals a small, folded square resting precisely in the corner. It is a single sheet of perfect white paper, folded into a quarter-square, untouched by the surrounding dust motes that drift in the mid-afternoon light. A faint, metallic scent of ozone hangs in the air, mingling with the rhythmic, slow whir of the cooling fan above. Near the plastic lip of the tray, a barely visible fingerprint smudge marks the surface, suggesting a recent, careful touch. Beside the folded paper, a single, unused staple catches the fluorescent glare. The machine waits, its internal mechanisms humming softly, as if anticipating the precise moment the meeting begins and the prepared appearance must be maintained.
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