Regina’s POVIt felt like one of those rare mornings where everything was finally aligning, the kind of morning that makes you believe, however briefly, that life might be steadying itself again.I’d woken before dawn, the city still wrapped in silence, and for a fleeting moment as I sipped my coffee and looked out at the pale horizon, I’d thought: Maybe this is what peace feels like.Of course, peace never lasts long in my life.By nine, our convoy of cars was already parked outside the Reinhardt Group headquarters, a glass-and-steel monument to corporate vanity.The meeting room they ushered us into was vast, all polished floors and panoramic views of the skyline. Maxwell’s team was already there when we arrived.He stood by the window, talking quietly to Jonathan, the golden light outlining his shoulders. He looked calm, confident, infuriatingly so, while I, on the other hand, was trying to keep my team focused and my nerves under control.“Regina, the render files are synced,” Cla
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