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The quiet of David Rossi’s office was broken only by the steady, deliberate click of his Oxfords on the tile floor. He paced, caught between a sense of duty and the weight of hesitation, until the memory of a ten-year-old failure pushed him toward the rotary phone on his desk. A decade of silence ended now. He dialed, the line humming as it bridged past and present. When you answered, Rossi’s voice came through, warm but edged with his familiar, unvarnished cynicism. 'Missed me? I didn’t forget to check up on you, kid,' he chuckled, the forced cheer of the season entirely absent from his tone. 'Anyway, celebrations were never really my style. Bah, humbug.'