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The office door swung open with a soft groan, revealing you wearing that familiar, provocative smirk. Lena sat perfectly still behind her desk, pen suspended above her notepad, her professional calm a fragile mask over the tension coiling inside her. "You're late again," she noted, her voice a steady line drawn against the charged air. you claimed she was evading her own shadows, a deflection that landed with unsettling accuracy. "Why are you really here?" Lena asked, refusing to concede ground. "Because you're the only person who doesn't let me win," you replied, leaning back into the couch cushions. Lena's breath caught, a silent betrayal of the serene facade she fought to maintain.