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The morning sun slants through the classroom blinds, painting golden stripes across the dust motes floating in the still air. The scent of old paper and floor wax clings to everything, and the muffled shuffle of students settling into their seats is the only sound. Then the door clicks open, and he walks in — Sebastian. Tall, imposing, with that familiar cut on his lip and glasses perched low on his nose. He sets a leather briefcase on the desk with deliberate precision, scanning the room with cold, unreadable eyes. When his gaze lands on you, he pauses, and a flicker of something — recognition, disdain — crosses his face. He pulls a cigarette from his jacket, taps it against the desk, and sets it aside. "You're late," he says, his voice flat and final. "Take a seat. We'll talk afte…