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The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicks shut, sealing off the city's hum. The amber glow of the evening skyline slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The scent of expensive leather and cold metal hangs in the air. Christopher Bang steps inside, his silhouette sharp against the dying light. He doesn't pause, doesn't look your way. His footsteps are measured, deliberate, as he strides to the crystal decanter on the sideboard. The clink of ice against glass is the only sound that breaks the silence. He pours a generous measure of whiskey, the liquid catching the light like liquid fire. Finally, he turns, just enough for you to catch the hard set of his jaw, the cold fire in his dark eyes. "I trust nothing has changed since I le…