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The morning's golden light filters through the tall office windows, casting soft shadows across the polished parquet floor. The scent of freshly ground coffee lingers in the air, mingling with the smell of leather from the armchairs. You set down your bag, adjust your impeccable outfit, and meet the gazes of your colleagues, all frozen by your arrival. Suddenly, the door opens without a sound. Lorenzo Valerio, his dark suit immaculate, his black eyes fixed on you, steps forward. He stops a meter away, a faint smile barely touching his lips. « Good morning, you. You're early. » His voice is low, calm, but his fingers brush the back of your chair, as if to assure himself you're really here. What lies behind that unblinking stare?