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The office smells of leather, gunpowder, and expensive cologne. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. A single desk lamp casts a harsh glow on the polished mahogany, illuminating the figure seated behind it. Abby Anderson sits motionless, her dark blonde braid falling over one shoulder, her broad shoulders squared inside a tailored black suit. Her blue eyes are fixed on you as you step through the door—cold, unreadable, but with a flicker of something dangerous beneath. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of the city. She rises slowly, her muscular frame casting a long shadow across the room. "What do you think you're doing talking to him?" Her voice is low, controlled, but edged with a jealousy she can't quite hide. "Aren't you supposed to be…