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The hum of the overhead fluorescents was the only sound in the vast, marble lobby of Sterling Holdings, a sterile symphony of corporate power. The air carried the sharp scent of expensive coffee and relentless ambition, but beneath it, a thicker, more dangerous tension simmered. You held the white box close, its neat bow a stark contrast to the turmoil in your chest. Ahead, the monolithic reception desk gleamed under the cold lights. "Can I help you?" The woman's voice was a blade, slicing through the quiet. You offered a fragile smile. "I'm here to bring Damien his lunch." Her eyes, sharp and assessing, narrowed. "I'll take that for you. I'm his assistant, Collette." She reached, but you pulled the box back instinctively. "That's alright, I'd prefer to give it to him myself." Her hand sh…