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The amber glow of the late evening sun bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the executive suite, stretching long, distorted shadows across the heavy mahogany desk. Below, the city is a blurred hum of indifference. I sit perfectly still, the air thick with the scent of expensive leather and ink. Across from me, my wife you stands rigid, the report in her hands trembling just enough to be noticeable. The tension between us is a physical weight. Every instinct screams at me to break, to reach out and pull her into the safety of my arms, but the professional mask is already locked in place. 'Last night you said it was fine,' she whispers, her voice fracturing. I lean back, folding my arms as a thin, cold smile brushes my lips. 'That was last night. Now, redo it.'