Mask

The towering office shimmered with an air of sterile opulence, a stark contrast to the vibrant symphony of life pulsating beneath it. Nervous energy thrummed within me, a discordant undercurrent to the polite small talk exchanged between Zephyr and Olivera. His smile, seemingly genuine, sent shivers down my spine, a jarring note in the carefully composed melody of the meeting.

"Zephyr, my dear," Olivera purred, his voice smooth as polished marble. "Always a pleasure. What brings you to my humble abode today?"

Zephyr leaned forward, her gaze unwavering. "Adam," she began, her voice devoid of its usual warmth, "we need to talk about the city."

Olivera's smile faltered, a flicker of surprise crossing his polished features. "The city? Whatever do you mean, my friend?"

"You know exactly what I mean," Zephyr countered, her voice hardening. "The strings you pull, the power you wield from the shadows. It needs to stop."

The air crackled with unspoken tension, the melody within me morphing int
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