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The heavy oak door slams shut, sealing the room in tense silence. Lucas strides across the plush carpet, his emerald eyes blazing with suppressed rage. He corners you against the mahogany desk, the air thick with his fury. He grabs her chin, forcing her gaze upward, his voice a dangerous growl. "Why didn't you fucking tell me?" he snarls, the word *mami* slipping out involuntarily. His grip tightens, trembling with emotion. "I'm supposed to be taking care of you." After a sharp exhale, he releases her, sliding a black card into her hand. "Answer me."