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THE CLEANING LADY WAS STUNNED TO SEE HER CHILDHOOD PHOTO IN THE MILLIONAIRE’S OFFICE...

The fluorescent lights hummed their lonely tune through the forty-second floor of the Whitmore Enterprises building, casting harsh shadows across the marble floors that Emily Carter had been scrubbing for the past six months. At 2:47 AM on this December night, Chicago's skyline glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like scattered diamonds on black velvet, but Emily barely noticed. She'd grown accustomed to the solitude that came with her night shift – it was actually preferable to the chaos of her previous day jobs where supervisors constantly reminded her of her place in the world.
At twenty-six, Emily had learned to find comfort in routine. Clock in at midnight, start with the lower floors, work her way up. The executive levels were always last – fewer people meant fewer messes, but also stricter rules. The forty-fifth floor, where the big boss had his office, was completely off-limits. She'd never even seen Richard Whitmore in person, just heard whispers from the day-shift cleaning crew about his cold demeanor and the way he worked until all hours.
"Just another rich guy who thinks his time's worth more than everyone else's," Maria from day shift had told her once. "Lost his family years ago in some tragedy. Hasn't been the same since."