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The rain hammered against the tinted windows of my penthouse office, mirroring the frantic drumming in my chest. Mr. Sterling, my boss, my tormentor, my obsession, was late. Again. The…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse suite, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city lights blurred into a hazy, intoxicating glow,…

The rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of the penthouse suite, a relentless percussion that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Below, the city of Veridia sprawled, a…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse suite, a relentless, insistent rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city glittered, a distant, indifferent spectacle to…