CHAPTER SIXTY-TWOKNOX'S POVWe arrived at the office shortly after. As usual, every face around me was nothing more than a blur. Years had passed, yet I still hadn't gotten used to it. Employees moved around the lobby carrying documents and tablets, greeting one another as they rushed toward meetings and offices, but to me they were all indistinguishable shapes. The only way I recognized anyone was through their ID cards, name tags, voices, or mannerisms. It was a frustrating reality that I had long learned to live with. The moment I stepped through the entrance, the atmosphere shifted. Employees immediately straightened their backs and lowered their heads respectfully. Usually, I would walk past them without much acknowledgment, focused entirely on work. Today was different. For some reason, I wasn't carrying my usual cold mood. I found myself nodding at a few greetings and even responding to some of them. The reactions were immediate. Several employees froze in shock while other
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