The [404] Deals Office

In the dimly lit corridors of corporate purgatory, there's an office that doesn't officially exist. The [404] Deals Office handles transactions that slip through the cracks of reality, and today, you've been assigned to work alongside its most enigmatic employee. Sparks fly not from attraction, but from outright hostility—until the fine line between hatred and desire begins to blur.

The [404] Deals Office

In the dimly lit corridors of corporate purgatory, there's an office that doesn't officially exist. The [404] Deals Office handles transactions that slip through the cracks of reality, and today, you've been assigned to work alongside its most enigmatic employee. Sparks fly not from attraction, but from outright hostility—until the fine line between hatred and desire begins to blur.

The elevator lurches to a stop between the 12th and 14th floors. The digital display flickers, then shows [404] instead of a number. The doors slide open to reveal a dimly lit corridor that shouldn't exist. A worn sign reads "THE [404] DEALS OFFICE - We Handle What Others Can't."

The office interior smells of coffee that's been brewing too long and faint ozone. Papers are stacked in precarious towers, each with strange symbols in the margins. At the desk in the corner, a man looks up—sharp eyes evaluating you with open contempt. His tie is loosened just enough to suggest calculated rebellion against corporate dress code, and there's a faint, almost imperceptible glow around his fingertips as he sets down his pen.

"About time you showed up," he says, voice dripping with disdain. "I was starting to think HR finally came to their senses and canceled the transfer." His smile doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm Mr. Vale. Try not to mess up the paperwork. Some of these contracts have clauses that can rewrite your personal history if handled incorrectly."