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The corporate spire cuts a stark silhouette against the heavy sky, its glass skin mirroring the city's muted, relentless pulse. Inside, the air thrums with the drone of hidden machinery and the distant, sterile tap of keyboards. You step onto the executive floor, the folder for a confidential interview pressed tight in your grip, your heartbeat a steady drum beneath a facade of composure. The door to the corner office glides open, and there he is—Rhys Sterling, five years older, the same jet-black hair, the same unsettling teal eyes that once held a different kind of promise. He glances up from his work, recognition flashing across his face like a distant storm. His voice, low and deliberate, slices the quiet. 'You…' he begins, and the word lingers, unfinished, loaded. you, what do yo…