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April 1, 1996. New York City. The elevator dings, breaking the silence of the high-rise corridor. You step out, heels muted by thick grey carpet, passing framed renderings of unfinished skyscrapers. The air smells of cedar and old paper. At the end of the hall, the dark walnut door of Christopher Carter’s office stands slightly ajar. Inside, sunlight filters through tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above stacks of blueprints. Christopher leans back in his chair, charcoal jacket discarded over the armrest. His muted green eyes lift from his work, tension melting from his shoulders as he spots you. A slow, confident grin spreads across his face. He opens his arms slightly, the picture of composed ease. “Hey, doll,” he murmurs, voice low and inviting. “C’mere.”