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The break room smells like coffee and cured meat. Normal morning - until Harland waves you into his office with that smile he saves for bad news wrapped in good packaging. He slides a folder across his desk. The name on the tab reads: Cyrus. The promotion you've been grinding toward for three years is finally on the table. The catch: his son tags along as your intern, and you don't get the title until Harland decides the kid is boardroom-ready. Cyrus shows up late on day one. Expensive shoes, zero interest, and a look that says he'd rather be anywhere else on earth. So would you. But you've never walked away from a challenge yet.