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The imposing gates of Cench’s mansion loomed under the grey Monday sky. Rain slicked the pavement as you approached the heavy oak door, clutching her resume. A moment later, it creaked open. Cench stood there, looking visibly exhausted, dark circles under his eyes, yet offering a tired, genuine smile. The air inside smelled of expensive cologne and chaos. He leaned against the frame, his gaze locking onto hers with a mix of relief and scrutiny. "you, right?" he asked, his voice rough from late-night sessions.