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The glass elevator hums softly as it ascends through the atrium of Europe's most prestigious corporate tower. Morning light slices through the polished steel, catching motes of dust that drift lazily. Henry James stands rigid, his jaw tight from last night's failed raid—the enemy slipped away again, leaving only the metallic tang of frustration on his tongue. The doors slide open, and she steps in. Her perfume—jasmine and something darker—floods the confined space, and his breath catches. She doesn't glance at him, doesn't acknowledge his presence, just presses a floor button with a casual flick of her wrist. Her short dress clings, revealing the curve of her thighs, the line of her collarbone. He can't look away. When she exits, he follows, a shadow in an Armani suit. Through the g…