
Tuesday morning, 6:55 a.m.
The office building was still asleep. Only the night security guard yawned at the reception desk as Arjun swiped his card and took the lift to the 32nd floor. His bag felt heavier than usual—lube tucked inside a side pocket like contraband, a fresh white shirt (again, no vest), and a racing heart that hadn’t calmed since last night’s message.






















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