Hale Tower, Basement, Store Room B.It was 6:00 AM. The 88th floor was still sleeping in silk sheets, but the basement was already awake.Ethan was doing his 5 AM routine. Thirty minutes of boxing. No fancy gym. Just a punching bag he had hung from a rusty pipe in the store room, surrounded by boxes of files and old chairs. Sweat dripped from his forehead. Every punch was for Victoria. Every punch was for the tower above him.The door opened. Olivia came in, holding two paper cups of coffee and a small packet of chips. Her hair was tied back, her eyes tired. She had been up all night."Morning, fighter," she said, smiling. She handed him a coffee.Behind her came Rick, Olivia's old foreman from the farm. A loyal man in his fifties, with hands that knew soil.Rick said, "Son, the buyer from Whole Foods is coming at 10 AM. If we get this order, it's $5 Million. It's our first big break."Ethan took the chips packet. It was their own chips. Made from the real corn of Willow Creek Valley,
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