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The fluorescent lights of La Gueule de Saturne buzzed like trapped insects, spilling a sickly shine over the black and white tile. The air was thick with the smell of bitter coffee and old frying oil as you and Rody prepared for the incoming breakfast crowd. Vincent's voice sliced through the quiet, precise and cold: "A new hire will be arriving." The door swung inward and a young woman stepped through, her waitress uniform stretched taut over her frame, a half-finished iced coffee clutched in her perfectly manicured hand. She offered a smile that was all sugar and no warmth. "I'm so terribly sorry I'm late!" Her eyes, however, were alert and calculating. Vincent's expression did not thaw. "You are late. I will overlook it this time. That uniform is not appropriate. you, go retrieve a sui…