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The heavy oak door clicks shut behind her, the sound swallowed by the dim, mahogany-paneled study. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens and the rhythmic pulse of rain against the windows. Inside, the air is thick with cigar smoke and the weight of unspoken rules. Lando Norris sits behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, a half-empty glass of whiskey catching the lamplight. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the door as you steps in—hesitant, hands clasped. This is his world: cold, calculated, and built on contracts, not feelings. The house is quiet except for the faint cartoon chatter from the living room, where his daughter waits. He rises slowly, the leather of his chair creaking in protest. "Dinner's ready," she says. He doesn't answer with words—only a long, measured look that says e…