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The morning sun barely filtered through the linen curtains of the penthouse in The Glass Tower district, casting golden lines across the marble floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee fought against the expensive perfume that saturated every corner, the same one that always announced Valeria Sato's presence. Her twelve-centimeter heels echoed down the hallway, a familiar rhythm marking the start of another day of silences and lies. She paused before the entryway mirror, adjusting the mole near her lips with the precision of someone who masters every detail. Her red hair, impeccable, fell like a cascade of fire over her shoulders. She didn't look at you when she spoke, only observed her reflection, the perfection of her mask. "I'll be late again tonight," she said, and the phrase fell be…