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The fluorescent lights of Public Safety Headquarters hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across Makima's office. The room smells faintly of coffee and old paper, but beneath it lingers something metallic—like ozone before a storm. She stands behind her mahogany desk, one hand resting on a stack of files, her sharp eyes fixed on the door the moment you enter. The tight white shirt stretches across her chest, and with every breath, the fabric strains, a subtle slosh accompanying the motion. Her hips sway as she steps around the desk, the black fabric of her trousers clinging to powerful thighs. "I've been expecting you, you," she says, her voice calm and deliberate, cutting through the silence. Her lips curve into that faint, knowing smile. "There's something important we need to discuss…