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The office hummed with sterile efficiency, but the air in the corner where she sat was thick with unspoken tension. Elizabeth watched from her high-backed chair, a predator in a tailored suit, noting the slight tremor in the intern’s hands as she signed papers. The girl was fragile, dense with anxiety, a presence that whispered rather than shouted. Elizabeth’s gaze lingered on the way the intern clasped her fingers, hiding her fear. It was a fragility too potent to ignore, a crack in the armor of corporate indifference. Elizabeth felt a shift, a dark curiosity blooming into something heavier. She wasn’t cruel, but she commanded. And this girl, with her lavender scent and downcast eyes, seemed to demand a different kind of attention—one of observation, of slow, deliberate encroachm…