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The polished glass doors of the corporate tower seal shut behind you with a sound like a sigh. The familiar corporate murmur is gone, replaced by a brittle, charged quiet that settles over the marble lobby like dust. A guard meets your gaze, his eyes wide with unspoken alarm, and motions wordlessly toward the private elevator. The ascent is silent. The upper hallway stretches, empty and sterile, the air dense enough to taste. You stand before the heavy office door; it shudders faintly with another muted impact from within. Your hand rises, hovering. "My love, it's me," you breathe into the wood. A guttural roar answers: "Get out!" you, what do you do now?