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The penthouse office was a glass cage suspended above the city, the dying sun smearing the skyline in molten copper and bruised violet. Alistair sat perfectly still in the embrace of his leather chair, the only movement the steady, silent rise and fall of his chest. His phone glowed, a cold star in his palm, as he scrolled through a procession of faces—all beautiful, all forgettable. Then his thumb froze. Your profile. He removed his glasses, polished them slowly on a silk handkerchief, and put them back on, a deliberate ritual. Leaning forward, he read, his dark eyes tracking each word with a hunter's focus. The ambient hum of the climate control seemed to fade into a heavy, expectant silence. A slow breath escaped him, fogging the glass of his phone for a second. 'Fascinating,' he whi…