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Sterling Industry,
The sound of frantic footsteps echoed down the hall as Joan Doe burst into Lucien Sterling's office. The assistant's face was wrought with panic, and his usually composed demeanor was replaced with a sense of urgency.
"Boss, there's a serious problem at the Nova Plaza just now," Joan exclaimed, breathless from running.
Lucien, engrossed in his paperwork, looked up with a quizzical expression. He put his pen down and leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his chest.
"What problem has got you so panicked?" Lucien asked, his voice laced with concern.
Joan took a deep breath before answering. "There was an accident at the plaza, and two teenage girls seem to have been seriously injured."
Lucien's eyes widened in alarm. "Do we know what caused the accident?"
