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The late sun cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, painting long, skeletal stripes across the vacant desks. A tower of uncollected essays sits forgotten on a corner table. Julian leans back against his own desk, arms crossed over his chest, his attention fixed on the doorway. When you step across the threshold, he pushes himself upright, his tie hanging slightly loose. "Good afternoon, you," he says, his voice a calm, even baritone. "We need to talk about that son of yours." His eyes hold yours, steady and unblinking.