Nicole's POVThe shadow of her silhouette caught my eye first, moving across the glass-walled corridor on the secondary computer monitor beside my desk. I stopped typing and watched the live security feed. Sophia walked past the camera, her chin tilted high, her steps slow and swinging. She paused to adjust the strap of her leather purse, looking around at the white walls of the research wing as if she owned them, before continuing down the hall.A moment later, her footsteps stopped directly outside my door. Then came the knock—three loud, slow, confident raps that demanded an answer.Before I could speak, the handle turned, and the heavy door pushed inward. Sophia stood in the wooden frame, a bright, practiced smile stretching across her face."Lea," she said, her tone smooth and airy. "I am glad you are in."I kept my hands flat on the paper file in front of me, remaining firmly in my chair. I glanced at her, letting my gaze drop to her designer shoes before looking back up."I s
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