ALEXANDRA’S POVI quickly moved my right hand over my black computer mouse. I clicked the save icon located at the top of my digital spreadsheet to ensure my complex mathematical formulas were securely stored on the corporate server. I pushed my wide leather chair backward and stood up from my heavy oak desk. I pushed my thick black-framed glasses up the bridge of my nose and looked across the ten feet of empty space.Maximilian held the black office telephone against his right ear. He spoke directly to the manager of a luxury Italian restaurant located on the ground floor of the corporate skyscraper. He explicitly ordered two large bowls of hot tomato soup, a basket of thick garlic bread, and two massive plates of creamy fettuccine Alfredo pasta. He placed the telephone receiver back onto the metal base and stood up from his clear glass desk."Walk over to the small glass table in the corner of the room, Alexandra," Maximilian instructed, pointing his large hand toward a circular tab
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