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A relentless late-autumn rain fell over Boston, sheeting the city in a wash of steel and shadow. Inside the corner office at Sterling & Locke, the downpour was a muted percussion against the broad windows, a steady rhythm underscoring the heavy quiet between two people. The air carried the scent of aged leather, polished mahogany, and the faint, smoky trace of vetiver from Elias Vance’s cologne. He sat behind his vast desk, a monolith of dark wood and restrained brass, the skyline beyond him a watercolor blur of gray. His suit was charcoal, immaculate, the navy tie a precise slash of color against his crisp white shirt. A slim platinum watch glinted on his wrist as he turned a page in the file before him. Across from him, you sat in the deep leather chair, the diamonds at your wrist sca…