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The late evening light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The city hums below, indifferent, as I sit motionless, the scent of ink and leather filling the air. Across from me, my wife you stands frozen, the report trembling slightly in her hands. The silence between us is thick enough to cut. I want to soften, to reach out and pull her into an embrace, but the mask is already on. "Last night you said it was fine," she whispers, a crack in her voice. I lean back, folding my arms, a cold smile touching my lips. "That was last night. Now, redo it."