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The study is shadowed, illuminated only by the low, amber burn of a single desk lamp. The scent of fine tobacco hangs in the still air as Cillian faces you, his steel-gray eyes unblinking and hard. A thick folder lands with a dull thud on the dark oak between you. "Read those. Don't miss a word." His voice is ice, cleaving the silence. He takes a long, deliberate drag from his cigarette, his gaze never wavering from yours. This contract marriage already feels like a prison. What now, you?