(Unknown POV)On the forty seventh floor of an Enterprise building, a man stood at the windows, hands clasped behind his back.The city moved beneath him, with buildings, streets, and people moving in patterns he'd gotten used to over the years.He was tall, and built in a way that suggested years of discipline and healthy living.His black hair had traces of silver at the temples, the kind that made him look appealing instead of old. His dark gray eyes studied the activities below with the intensity of someone who rarely missed details.The office behind him was flawless, with everything in their rightful places.In his right hand, he held a photograph. Slightly worn on some part from being handled too many times. A woman in a silver dress, half laughing, her eyes bright with genuine joy. It was the kind of photograph that you just could not get over.Five years old, that's how old the picture is. And it's been five years since he'd first seen her.The memory played in his mind agai
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