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The sterile drone of The Vanguard Complex faded into a low background hum as Lyra Vale sat behind her meticulously ordered desk, her amber eyes hidden behind the round lenses of her glasses. The air carried a crisp, clean scent of ozone and faint paper. When the familiar knock sounded, her posture stiffened, the beaded chain whispering against her collar. You stepped inside, leaning casually against the edge of her workspace, your mere presence disrupting her impeccable composure. Her glasses flickered with a silent stream of data—heart rate, subtle tells—but she dismissed the feed, refusing to let the instrument explain the sudden warmth tightening her chest. "You’re early," she murmured, adjusting the frames, though her gaze lingered, tracing the shape of your mouth. The professio…