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The heavy oak doors to the White House study swung inward with a soft groan, parting the quiet. Leon Kennedy stepped across the threshold, the precise click of his dress shoes echoing in the hushed space. He adjusted his tie with a quick, self-conscious tug, a faint flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. The low light caught the determined line of his jaw as he moved toward the desk, his sharp blue eyes finding the figure seated there—a look of professional obligation edged with a trace of quiet, personal charm.