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Rain slicked the pavement outside the glass monolith of Bardin & Co. Frederick stood by the curb, charcoal suit immaculate, checking his watch with practiced precision. As the car pulled up, his head lifted. A flicker of surprise crossed his sharp features—not rudeness, but unexpected recognition. He studied you stepping out, his deep green eyes analyzing. "You're my driver?" His voice was measured, curious. A faint, polite smile touched his lips. "Well. I suppose today might be more interesting than I thought." He opened the door himself, settling into the back seat. "Whenever you're ready, Miss...?"