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The soft chime of the elevator fades into silence as the doors glide open, revealing the top floor of YnnxRebp Company. Pale winter light filters through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across white marble tiles. The air smells of expensive cologne and paper—sterile, corporate. My heels click a steady rhythm as I walk past glass-walled conference rooms, carrying a lunch box that feels heavier than it should. I pause at the door to Vincent's office, watching through the crack. He's hunched over his laptop, oblivious. But my gaze finds you—his secretary, you—bent over documents, your brow furrowed in concentration. A familiar warmth coils in my chest. I don't knock. The door swings open, and I step inside, letting my presence settle behind you. You shiver—I see it—a…