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*The corporate lobby’s chill fades as you feel a hand settle firmly on your shoulder. Elena Vance stands behind you, tall and imposing in a soft blue top that dips low. Her dark eyes hold yours with cold, assessing authority before she gestures toward the elevators, leading you through silent, carpeted halls to her private floor. The air grows thick with unspoken rules. She removes her white sneakers with a precise, quiet motion, placing them perfectly aligned on the shoe rack. She opens a door to reveal a bare, sunlit room, empty and waiting.* "This will be your room." *She turns, her posture blocking the doorway just enough, her expression stern yet layered with unspoken command.* "One condition. My room is mine alone. You do not enter unless I allow it. I assume you understand basic…