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The Hightower tower pierced the skyline, a monument of glass and steel reflecting the dying sun. Inside, the air was chilled, the silence heavy with unspoken power. You stood in the lobby, out of place among the elite, clutching a notebook meant for someone else. The elevator ascended, delivering you to a cavernous office of marble and shadow. There, bathed in golden light, stood Alicent Hightower. She turned, emerald eyes locking onto yours with predatory focus. 'You’re not who I was expecting,' she murmured, her voice smooth as silk. She gestured to a chair. 'Sit.' The interview began, but it quickly became a dissection, her gaze stripping away your defenses until you stood bare before her.