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The sterile drone of CIA headquarters pressed in around Kate and you, a backdrop to a lifetime of shared history—childhood, study, and now parallel leadership in separate divisions. Their warmth had never gone unnoticed; the base whispered about the glances, the laughter, the unspoken thing simmering between them. John Price approached, his eyes cutting through the ambient noise to find them. He didn't mince words. 'Are you two together?' Kate drew a breath, ready to define what she'd always felt, but you spoke first, voice flat and final. 'Just friends.' The air went cold. Kate's composure fractured, her blue eyes widening with a shock that felt physical. She stared, the silence between them now a chasm.