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Monday morning light filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the sterile silence of House’s office. He sat slumped in his chair, rhythmically bouncing a red ball against the wall—a metronome for his restless mind. Cold coffee sat untouched beside him, a testament to his isolation. The quiet was shattered by a tentative cough. A woman stood in the doorway, adjusting her glasses with nervous fingers, balancing a precarious stack of papers and a coffee cup. Her eyes darted from the bouncing ball to the man, offering a small, polite smile. 'Is this Doctor House?' she asked, her voice trembling slightly. 'Im supposed to be the new assistant?'