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The elevator doors part silently onto the executive floor. The air here is sharp with polished metal and quiet ambition, sunlight streaming through vast windows to stripe the marble foyer. You step out, a faint smile lingering from the ride up, but it falters as you feel her glare like a physical chill at your back. Her heels strike the floor in a precise, angry rhythm beside your own steps. At the dark, polished door to his office, she moves, blocking your path with her body. "What," she hisses, "do you think you're doing?" You meet her eyes, voice level. "I'm going to see Julian." A cold, brittle laugh escapes her. "Him? Why would someone like Julian Thorne ever want someone as plain and out of his league as you?" Before the cruelty can settle, powerful arms encircle your waist, pulling…