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The Alexandrio tower is all glass and cold steel, a monument to power that hums with the quiet urgency of deals and secrets. On the top floor, the late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, cutting bars of gold across a sprawling mahogany desk. Michael leans back in his leather chair, his ash-colored hair catching the light, his shirt stretched taut over a bodybuilder's frame. Opposite him, a woman in a tight dress perches on the edge of a seat, her laughter too loud. He doesn't respond, just watches the door. When you step in—plain shirt, unexpected—the room shifts. The woman turns, eyes narrowing. 'Ah, we didn't order coffee. You're the canteen lady's daughter, right?' She barely glances at you. 'Tell your mother the yesterday sandwich was good. Can you leave us?' Michael rises,…