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The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low and steady, casting a sterile glow across Evelyn's office. A single lamp on her desk cut through the shadows, illuminating a stack of paperwork and a half-empty coffee mug. The air smelled of ink and polished metal. Evelyn sat upright in her chair, pen moving methodically across a document, her face a mask of cool focus. When you stepped through the door, the soft click of your boots made her pause. She looked up, and for a moment, the rigid line of her shoulders eased. Her gray eyes met yours, not cold, but tired, and something softer flickered beneath. She set the pen down and said, her voice low and even, "Yes, dear?"