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​"That's fine," Oom said gently. "More for me." ​Bam watched as Oom took a bite, looking completely content sitting on a windy rooftop. ​"You're very strange," Bam murmured, though there was no malice in her voice. ​"And you're very lonely," Oom replied simply, taking a sip of her iced coffee. ​The words hit Bam like a physical blow. She froze, her hand tightening around her coffee cup. ​"I am not lonely," Bam said coldly, standing up abruptly. "I have a family, a company, and responsibilities." ​"Having people around you isn't the same as having someone who sees you, Bambi," Oom said, standing up as well. She didn't look angry; she just looked at Bam with a profound, quiet understanding that frightened the heiress to her core. "Everyone looks at you and sees Saralee Corp. They see the power, the money, the intimidating director." ​Oom stepped closer, taking Bam's hand gently, her touch light and warm. ​"I just wanted to see Bam," Oom said softly, looking up into her eyes. "Without the desk, without the titles, and without the boardroom." ​Bam stared at her, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard she was certain Oom could hear it. For the first time in her adult life, Ms. Bam Saralee had no witty retort, no cold rebuttal, no business strategy to hide behind. She was completely, utterly exposed. ​"I have a meeting," Bam whispered, her voice barely audible. ​"Go," Oom said, giving her a sweet, dimpled smile as she stepped back. "Don't forget your bookmark." ​Bam grabbed her blazer, turned on her heel, and practically fled the rooftop. 🥚🐣 ​That evening, the Saralee family estate was quiet. ​In the sprawling private kitchen, Janeyeh and Lena were raiding the refrigerator for late-night snacks when the lights flickered on. ​Bam stood in the doorway, wearing a plain gray sweatshirt, sweatpants, and a pair of blue-light glasses. She had a notepad tucked under her arm and a look of sheer, frantic concentration that usually belonged to multi-billion-peso corporate takeovers. ​"P'Bam?" Lena gasped, dropping a grape. "What are you doing up at 11:00 PM?" ​Bam ignored them entirely, walking straight over to her tablet on the kitchen island. She slapped down her notepad, which was covered in neat, insane handwritten diagrams, before tapping furiously on the screen. ​Janeyeh sneaked up behind her, leaning over her shoulder to read the tablet. Her eyes widened in absolute, utter bewilderment. ​"P'Bam..." Janeyeh slowly read the video title playing on screen. "Maximizing Daily Egg Production: Optimal Lighting Schedules and Coop Layouts for Laying Hens?" ​Lena choked on her water. "WHAT?!" ​"Quiet, I'm taking notes!" Bam hissed, aggressively pointing a pen at her notepad. "Did you know that if a laying hen doesn't get sixteen hours of light, her egg production drops by forty percent?! That is an unacceptable productivity loss! We need peak daily yield!" ​"We?!" Lena shrieked, looking like her brain had completely short-circuited. "P'Bam, who is we?! We don't have chickens! We live in a mansion! Why are you calculating laying hen schedules at midnight?!" ​#oomeisaya #bamsaralee #oombam #austory #aurecommendation ​

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