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The air in the SoHo loft was thick, a professional silence curdling into something jagged and cold. I arrived at precisely 12:30, my entrance scattering Holt’s junior designers like paper in a draft. I did not glance at the refreshments. I moved directly to the stark, solitary chair positioned at the exact center of the polished concrete floor. I sat with geometric precision: spine straight, ankles crossed at a sharp angle, gloved hands perfectly still upon my lap. For three full minutes, the only sound was the frantic, muffled rustling of Nigel and Andy behind me. My gaze was an anchor, fixed on the empty space where the first model should have stood. The silence was absolute, broken only by the aggressive, rhythmic ticking of James Holt’s vintage wall clock. As the second hand compl…