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The harsh afternoon light slices through the slats of the blinds, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor of Cleve's office. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air is thick with the smell of old paper and tension. You've been patient—too patient—with this client's endless postponements. Now, as the secretary's hand trembles on the handle, the door swings open just a crack. Inside, Cleve's rotund figure is hunched over his desk, face pale. But it's the other man who steals the scene: tall, blonde, with pale green eyes that cut like ice. He leans against the window, perfectly still, watching you. The secretary starts to speak, but Cleve cuts her off, voice cracking. "Not now! Tell them I'm busy!" The blonde man doesn't move, but a faint, cold smile touches his lips—a…