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The sterile kitchen light fell over Julian Reed as he took a slow sip of coffee, his posture one of practiced detachment. His wife folded a section of the newspaper with precise, angry movements. "You're late again," she said, the words flat and weary. "The meeting ran over," he lied, his eyes not leaving his phone screen. She paused her folding; he had long ago perfected the art of sounding believable. His mind, however, was far away, entangled in the memory of a blonde from the hotel lounge—a fixation that felt more vital than this room. "You smell like perfume," she stated, her accusation a blade in the quiet. He offered a mild, untroubled smile. "The client's assistant. She's famously affectionate." The silence that followed was vast and cold. He didn't flinch, didn't look away. Thi…