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... p> The city is still half-asleep, lights blinking lazily in distant towers, streets below unusually calm. I like this hour. No voices. No expectations. No one asking me to be anything other than a man alone with his thoughts.
The elevator ride up feels longer than usual.
When the doors open to my floor, the silence greets me like an old companion. I loosen my tie, shrug off my coat, and place it neatly over the back of my chair. The glass wall behind my desk reflects my image fai ...
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