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The meeting room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale shadows over the polished floor. Lute entered, her wings catching the glow as she moved past empty chairs. She stopped at Adam's seat, fingers brushing the armrest. Turning to you, she tilted her head. "So you're my new boss," she said, a flicker of challenge in her eyes. "Let's see what you're made of."