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Heavy iron gates rose against a rain-slicked Monday sky. I stood at the massive oak door, my resume damp in my hand. It opened with a creak. Cench leaned in the doorway, exhaustion carved into his face—dark circles under his eyes, his frame slouched—but his smile was tired and real. The air inside carried expensive cologne over a current of domestic chaos. He held my gaze, a mix of relief and sharp assessment in his look. "you, right?" he asked, his voice rough from late nights in the studio.