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That afternoon, the De Santos Corp building was as busy as usual. Employees walked back and forth, while several security guards stood watch at the main entrance. Among them, a woman with long hair walked slowly, carrying a small bag containing a lunchbox.

Giselle stood in front of the reception desk, trying to smile politely. “Excuse me,” she said softly. “I’d like to deliver some food for Mr. Leon.”

The receptionist glanced at her briefly, then smiled stiffly. “I’m sorry, Miss. Mr. Leon is not accepting visitors from outside at the moment.”

Giselle smiled faintly. “I won’t take long. I just want to give him this.”

But before the...