The elevator glided effortlessly through the floors of an elegant office tower in New York City, its mirrored walls catching the glow of warm lights and the quiet sense of purpose that filled the space. Inside stood an elderly woman with neatly arranged silver hair and a composed presence. Her clothing was modest but well cared for, and she held an old leather handbag at her side out of routine rather than concern. When the doors opened on a lower floor, a young woman stepped inside, polished and confident, leaving behind the lingering trace of a costly perfume. With a faint, knowing smile, she mentioned the fragrance by name and price, as though it were a credential. The doors closed, and the elevator resumed its ascent.
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