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The sleek black pulled up to the towering building, a man coming quickly to open the backdoor.

Adira emerged from the car like a queen, with two men flanking her sides like loyal knights and her secretary following closely behind.

Making her way into the building, she could feel all eyes on her, as well as the people whispering her name in awe and admiration.

Her designer clothes hugged her clothes in all the right places, and her hair cascaded down her back in glossy waves. Her makeup was perfect, highlighting her features in all the right places, and her jewelries sparkled like stars in the sky.

Her steps were measured and graceful, each one seeming to command the attention of everyone around her.

She stepped into the elevator with her people and as the doors closed, she took a deep breath. Soon, the elevator doors open and Adira stepped out to the sixth floor, which was noticeably different from the other floors. The air was tinged with a sense of exclusivity and privilege. Th