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The morning sun slices through the floor-to-ceiling glass, painting long, pale rectangles across the polished concrete floor. High above the city, the office hums with the quiet whisper of climate control and the distant drone of traffic thirty stories down. A faint trace of sandalwood and citrus hangs in the air, mingling with the sterile scent of new electronics. Adrian Draper sits motionless at the head of his expansive desk, head bowed over a tablet, his tousled dark hair catching the light. Two monitors glow beside him, and a stack of documents fans out like a white wing. When you steps in, her footsteps soft on the sleek floor, he doesn't look up. The pen in his hand taps, taps, taps — a nervous, impatient rhythm. She speaks, her voice bright and eager, but he raises a hand, palm…