**Cole's POV** "Sir—" The secretary is already rising from her chair. "Sir, you cannot go down there—" I ignore her. "Alpha Cole." Her heels click behind me, urgent now, the professional warmth completely gone. "You cannot walk into that office unannounced—" I keep walking. The corridor stretches ahead of me and at the end of it, the maintenance worker has stopped in front of a door, nameplate in hand, pressing it carefully against the door, while adjusting it left, then right, with the focused patience of a man who has been told to get it exactly straight. I reach him in eight strides. He turns at my footsteps and opens his mouth — I take the nameplate from his hands, set it against the wall without looking at it, and push the door open with my palm. It swings wide and hard and hits the stopper with a sound that announces me better than any knock would have. I walk in and then the office stops me. Not consciously. Not deliberately. My feet just — slow, in the tw
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