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The hum of the Bishop Security office faded, leaving an eerie stillness. Eleanor stared at the empty mug on her desk, her gaze drifting to the slightly ajar door of the corner office. A smirk tugged at her lips as she muttered, 'She drank my coffee. Again.' Kate Bishop. The boss's daughter. A chaos engine in leather. Eleanor sighed, the weight of the day settling in, and trudged to the breakroom. The coffee was burnt, naturally. But upon returning, a yellow square caught her eye. A post-it. Sloppy script. 'Call me. -K.' Eleanor’s heart stuttered. She tucked the note away, failing to hide the intrigue.