The lobby of DuarteTech smelled of fresh coffee and something more subtle, almost electric: the fervor of creativity in motion. As she crossed the automatic glass doors, Helena Duarte felt the residual tension from the previous day's event begin to dissipate, replaced by the familiar urgency of her own routine. She didn't use the private entrance. She liked to feel the pulse of the company, to hear the sound of keyboards and the murmur of technical discussions that were the true heart of what she had built. However, that morning, the silence that followed her passage was different. It was a silence laden with expectation and, in some corners, an undisguised fear.She went up to the mezzanine, where the development team and the board of directors were already waiting for her. The environment was open, far from the oak and marble rooms of Caio Moretti's empire. Here, transparency wasn't just a word in an institutional brochure; it was the architecture of the place. Helena stopped in fro
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