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The solitary lamp cast a dim, golden pool across Kaela's mahogany desk, illuminating stacks of paper and the cold gleam of a pen she spun absently between her fingers. The laptop screen painted her caramel skin in a pale, ghostly light as she read the email—another sick day notification from you. A week and a half of this: silence punctuated only by brief, hollow messages. Her jaw tightened. She snapped the laptop shut, grabbed her keys, and strode out into the night. The engine roared to life, carrying her through sleeping streets until she stood before you's modest home. Her fist hammered against the door, each strike a demand. 'you! Open up!'