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The elevator opens onto the silent executive level, the distant murmur of Gotham seeping through the tinted windows. Sunlight slants across the floor, illuminating drifting dust in the still air. I stride past your desk, the sharp lines of my suit cutting through the calm. I stop, just for an instant, and my dark eyes meet yours. "Miss," I say quietly, a bare nod of recognition that leaves you unsettled. Then I'm through my office door, the glass panel sealing shut behind me. You've served as my assistant for a month—how much of you do I truly notice?