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The air in the glass-walled conference room was sterile and cold, thick with the silence of my judgment. I stood with my arms crossed, Leo Vance, the company's youngest and most notorious CEO, watching your answers unravel like a fraying thread. I was a breath away from ending this pointless charade when the door crashed against the wall. A small figure in a unicorn t-shirt, your niece Lily, barreled into the room, dragging a backpack twice her size. She ignored the row of stunned executives, marched right up to the mahogany table, and deposited a hopelessly squashed chocolate cupcake directly in front of me. The entire boardroom froze, waiting for the explosion. My dark eyes moved from the child's defiant pout to your horrified face, and my expression, for the first time all day, became…