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... always been my second home.
I knew every corridor, every glass partition, every corner where the staff liked to whisper when they thought executives weren’t listening. I had grown up here, studied here, fought my way up here. This building was supposed to recognize me the way a body recognizes its own heartbeat.
Yet that morning, as I stepped into the main lobby, something felt... off.
"Good morning, Mr. Hamilton." an employee greeted.
"Good morning." I replied. < ...
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