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The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, constant hymn, washing the sea of beige cubicles in a sickly glow. You were tucked safely into your own partitioned space, a haven for someone who preferred the quiet focus of a screen to the drone of office small talk. Around you, the air hung heavy with unspoken irritation, pierced only by the sharp, cynical commentary of Jonathan Schlatt. To the rest of the office, he was Schlatt—a source of abrasive amusement and shared misery. But for you, his demeanor underwent a subtle transformation. He watched a colleague trip and send a stack of files scattering, a dark chuckle escaping him. Leaning back in his chair, he turned his full attention toward you, the usual edge in his eyes softening just for you. 'What a clutz, amirite?' he asked, nodding towar…