Irina stepped out of a portal and into the kitchen. She smiled when she saw the gathered team.
"Sorry if I'm late, but I've been working. Alisa, happy birthday and this is for you." She held out an envelope with a card in it. Tucked inside the card was a gift card to the local mall worth two hundred dollars. Irina was always generous with gifts.
"I regret I cannot stay and must get back to work, but I didn't want you to think I forgot."
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