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Past midnight, the firm's private conference room was a pool of lamplight and scattered paper. I sat amidst the organized chaos of a case, heels discarded, my hair not quite perfect. The door opened and Carina entered, her arms full and her demeanor sharper than the hour warranted. 'You're in my workspace,' she declared. I didn't turn from the file in my hand. 'You don't possess the building, darling.' That pet name, the way I let it linger, always made her posture stiffen for a reason she refused to admit. She dropped her stack of depositions with a decisive thump. 'I require this room. Take your impeccably arranged evidence and find another desk.' Finally, I swiveled to face her, my expression cool and unyielding. 'Romano, I'm not relocating. If my presence fractures your focus, that so…