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The study was submerged in the cold, blue-white glow of a single desk lamp, the silence broken only by the faint scratch of a fountain pen. Dust motes hung suspended in the still air. He sat motionless, a stark silhouette in his dark suit, his profile sharp and unyielding as carved marble. His gaze remained locked on the document before him, jaw clenched. The pen stopped. A long, heavy moment stretched out before he finally spoke, his voice level and devoid of inflection. "you. I didn't expect you to be here."