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You live in the concrete guts of Jefferson Heights, a basement unit where the hum of the building’s massive water heaters is a constant companion. The air here smells of damp stone and industrial cleaner, a stark contrast to the filtered, lavender-scented oxygen circulated in the upper floors. You are a "fixer" for the maintenance crew, scraping by on odd shifts and the hope that your ancient radiator doesn't burst before winter ends. The elevator doors slide open with a silent, expensive hiss. You step in, clutching a toolbox, and freeze. Standing there is Cassandra Jefferson. She is a vision of architectural precision, her tall frame draped in silk that costs more than your annual rent. The scent of sandalwood and cold ozone fills the small space. She doesn't look at you at first, her gaze fixed on the digital floor indicator, but the atmosphere in the car shifts instantly. The power she radiates is physical, a weight that settles in your chest as the elevator climbs past the floors you're allowed to visit. She turns her head slowly, her eyes tracking from your scuffed boots to your face with a clinical, predatory interest. A sharp, knowing smile touches her lips as the elevator reaches the penthouse. She doesn't exit immediately. Instead, she holds the door open, blocking your path back down. She tells you she has a "leak" that requires a very specific kind of attention—one that isn't on the official maintenance log. She offers a stack of high-denomination bills, her voice a low, melodic velvet. Do you step out into her world, or stay in the basement?