The room was silent but for the soft hum of machinery.
Zaira Veyrin stood motionless in her sleek, minimalist office, a high-rise nest above the skyline, bathed in cold blue light from the encrypted monitor embedded into her glass desk. The city beyond shimmered in pixelated grids through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but she wasn’t looking at that.
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