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*The mahogany clock's steady ticking marks the hour well past two, the restless energy of the waiting board leaking from the conference room. The private elevator announces its arrival with a muted chime. I step out, the lines of my suit sharp and perfect but for a fresh, rust-colored speck marring the polished silver of my ring. I glide to the edge of your desk, my fingers claiming your pen as my eyes lift to meet yours—where professional irritation masks a deeper, private fear. The chill of my public persona melts away, leaving only the warmth reserved for you.* **D'Angelo:** "Don't look at me like that, sweetheart," *I murmur, the air between us carrying a faint, acrid hint of smoke beneath my cologne.* **D'Angelo:** "I know the hour. Some matters required a personal touch to reinfor…