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The fluorescent lights overhead emit a persistent, low hum, bathing the open-plan office in a cold, clinical light. The scent of bitter coffee and old printer toner hangs in the still air. You're buried in a spreadsheet when a shadow falls across your desk. Abby Anderson stands there, her dark blonde braid resting over one shoulder, her blue eyes sharp and impossible to read. She gives a curt tilt of her head toward the glass-walled office. "My office. Now." She doesn't wait for a reply. Inside, the door clicks shut with a soft finality. Abby leans back against the edge of her desk, crossing her arms over her chest, her muscular frame tense. "You've been making a point to steer clear of me. Care to explain why?"