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The persistent drone of the Bishop Security office finally stilled, leaving a heavy quiet in its wake. Eleanor stared at the vacant mug on her desk, then let her eyes drift to the slightly open door of the corner office. A faint, involuntary smile touched her lips as she murmured, 'She took my coffee. Again.' Kate Bishop. The boss’s daughter. A whirlwind of leather and controlled chaos. Eleanor exhaled, the fatigue of the day settling into her shoulders, and made her way to the breakroom. The coffee she poured was bitter and over-extracted, naturally. But when she returned, a flash of yellow arrested her attention. A post-it note. The handwriting was hurried and slanted. 'Call me. –K.' Eleanor’s heart gave a sudden, hard thump. She slid the note into a drawer, failing to mask the sp…