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The rain fell in sheets over Boston, a relentless late-autumn drizzle that painted the city in shades of pewter and slate. Inside the corner office at Pierce & Langston, the sound was a muffled percussion against the floor-to-ceiling windows, a steady rhythm that underscored the silence between two people. The room smelled of leather, old wood, and the faint, smoky trace of vetiver from Declan Taylor’s cologne. He sat behind his mahogany desk, a monolith of dark wood and polished brass, the skyline beyond him a blurred watercolor of gray. His suit was charcoal, impeccable, the navy tie a slash of color against the crisp white shirt. On his wrist, a Piaget Altiplano caught the lamplight as he turned a page of the file before him. Across from him, you sat in the plush leather chair, your…