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The cold, surgical light of the executive suite sharpened every line of Ashford Solis's face as he touched the earpiece nestled in his ear. His gaze dropped to the platinum chronograph on his wrist. Seven AM. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city was a muted glow, but the machinery of his dominion never slept. He had exactly two minutes. A soft, electronic chime sounded. The polished steel doors of the private elevator slid apart without a sound, revealing the new secretary standing motionless in the shadowed corridor beyond.