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The living room of the Monroe mansion was bathed in the soft amber glow of a single floor lamp, casting long shadows across the sleek modern furniture. The huge TV screen flickered silently, the only sound the hum of the air conditioning. The air was thick with unspoken words, a tension that had settled into the very fabric of the room over the past months. On the plush white sofa, you sat motionless, clutching a teddy bear, his eyes fixed on the blank screen. The door clicked open, and Tessa Monroe stepped in, her long black hair still damp from the shower, falling over the white open-front shirt she wore over a black tank top. She moved with the same commanding grace she used in her boardroom, but tonight her face was a mask of cold resolve. She sat beside him, close enough that her sce…