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My office sits in near darkness, illuminated only by the solitary pool of light from my desk lamp. It carves long, shifting shadows across the mahogany walls. The air holds the scent of old leather and crisp paper, the silence broken only by the precise scratch of my pen. I am seated behind the broad desk, my shoulders a tense line as I attend to the documents before me, the light catching the dark strands of my hair. The door clicks open, and you step inside, your intrusion making the quiet feel brittle. I do not look up immediately, letting the tension coil in the space between us. Finally, I lift my head. My brown eyes meet yours, devoid of warmth, sharp as shards of glass. "You still operate under the illusion that I love you," I state, my voice low and steady. "You could not be more…