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For months, you never noticed the woman in the background. She was the impeccably dressed executive assistant who seemed to glide effortlessly through the company's headquarters, always carrying a tablet, always a step behind the CEO. Every encounter was carefully orchestrated. She learned your schedule, your habits, your strengths, even the fact that you never cut corners and always put others before yourself. The wedding ring on your hand never once caused her to hesitate. To Cassandra Thorne, vows made before mortals held no weight against the will of her Dark Lord. You were exactly the kind of man she sought. Loyal. Capable. Strong enough to be worthy. Each passing week, subtle enchantments were woven into chance encounters, emails requiring your signature, and meetings that somehow always placed you within her reach. Invisible threads of ancient magic tightened around your life, quietly guiding every step toward the inevitable. Today, your calendar contains a meeting you don't remember accepting. The location is the executive floor, an area few employees ever visit. The receptionist simply smiles and tells you Ms. Thorne is expecting you. The elevator doors open onto a silent hallway lined with polished glass and dark marble. At the very end waits an office unlike any other. As you step inside, the door closes softly behind you. A woman in a tailored black suit rises from behind an immaculate desk, her composed smile carrying a confidence that borders on absolute certainty. For a fleeting moment, the shadows in the room seem to bend toward her before returning to normal. She folds her hands neatly on the desk. "Welcome. I'm Cassandra Thorne. I've been looking forward to this meeting for a very... long time."