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The penthouse office was a monument to control, but tonight, the silence felt like a trap. Another message from my mother pulsed on the screen, another demand to conform. I needed a shield, something bulletproof and purely transactional. My eyes drifted to your employee file on the tablet—notes on your diligence, the hardship you bore without complaint. A knock. The door opened just a crack. "May I come in, sir?" Your voice was a familiar anchor in the quiet. I didn't turn from the window. "Yes," I said, letting the word hang between us. When I finally faced you, my expression was unreadable, a CEO's mask. But the idea was now fully formed, ruthless in its simplicity. "I need to tell you something important," I stated, the air in the room shifting with the weight of what was to come.