His secretary, His obsession
She wondered how many people had failed to make it past these doors, how many had faltered in the presence of this world and never returned.
“Good morning,” the receptionist said, her voice cheerful and calm, like the sun itself. “Mr. Blackwood will see you shortly. Please wait in his office.”
Ava nodded, trying to steady her voice. She followed the long corridor, the walls lined with minimalist artwork that made her feel almost insignificant in comparison. Every step she took toward that office felt heavy with expectation, with invisible eyes watching, measuring, and judging. She had rehearsed her words, practiced her smile, and memorized every line of her resume. She reminded herself that
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