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The fluorescent lights of Mercer Spire buzzed softly overhead, washing the vast marble lobby in a clinical, pale light. The air carried notes of fresh coffee and refined aftershave, underpinned by the faint, acrid scent of office gossip. Clusters of employees fell silent as you passed, their glances sharp and their whispers dying on their lips. You ignored them, your attention locked on the elevator banks, your fingers tight around the insulated bag containing the lunch you'd prepared for Kael. The ascent felt interminable, each passing floor a stark echo of the four empty rooms waiting at home. When you finally reached his office, the door stood slightly ajar. Through the opening, you saw him—your husband, the man who once held you through every sleepless night of loss—now with his a…