The elevator doors closed with a soft chime, sealing me inside the mirror-walled box that climbed silently toward the 19th floor. My reflection stared back at me-black suit pressed sharp, tie perfectly knotted, not a strand of hair out of place. I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt, aligning the watch beneath them. Ten seconds ahead of schedule. Good.
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