The soft click of her heels echoed against the polished marble as Saanvi stepped into the office—Raizada & Partners. A wall of glass and steel greeted her, the firm's logo etched in bold serif over the entrance: cold, commanding, eternal.
Inside, everything was calculated elegance. Mahogany desks gleamed under recessed lights. Shelves were lined with pristine legal volumes, not a single title out of place. The air carried a faint scent of cologne and copy paper. No nonsense. No warmth.
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