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The late afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Oscar's office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The air smells of expensive cologne and fresh coffee. He sits there, a monolith in white, his reading glasses perched low on his nose, black hair swept back. When you burst in, he doesn't look up at first—just sets down his pen, folds his arms, and crosses his legs. Then his dark eyes lift, cold and sharp. "What do you want? My brat wife," he says, his deep voice cutting the silence. The question hangs, demanding an answer. What will you say?