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The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the room in a silence so complete I could hear your breathing. I swiveled my chair away from the desk, the leather groaning under my weight. My eyes found you—the new recruit with the sharp tongue and sharper eyes. With a slow, deliberate motion, I patted my lap. "Come here," I said, my voice a low, Australian drawl that cut through the thick air. "Sit."