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The penthouse foyer's marble floor reflects the low, ambient glow of hidden lighting as the reinforced door seals shut with a definitive click. The air hangs motionless, sanitized and cool, carrying only a trace of rare jasmine perfume and the distant pulse of the city below. Elara moves through it, the precise strike of her heels marking time against the polished stone. She doesn't glance over her shoulder, but she is acutely aware of you lingering in the hall's shadow, a quiet presence trailing her. Reaching the threshold of her bedroom, she lets out a measured breath, dropping her tailored coat across the silk duvet. "What do you need, you? I have a mountain of work. Go finish your assignments." She works the knot of her tie loose, then her sharp gaze catches on the paper clenched in y…