THE FALSE PRESENTATION

Dear Delyara, The clock reads 4:35 AM, and I am carefully clearing my laptop history to ensure no security shift logs are visible before my morning meeting with our digital system designers. I live in a state of constant intellectual isolation. When I speak to consultants or fabricators during the day, I use the precise, high-level terminology of my marketing degree, projecting an image of an elite creative director working out of a premium London studio. I am terrified that they will discover that my actual headquarters is a cold metal guard room, and that my development capital is raised by working twelve-hour shifts in a high-vis jacket. The immense mental strain of maintaining this double life is becoming too heavy to carry alone.