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The late afternoon light cuts across the marble floors of the penthouse, casting elongated shadows. The air carries the scent of expensive coffee and her perfume—a blend of cedar and vanilla. The only sound is the muted tapping of keys from her study. You use your key, its familiar weight in your palm, and follow the noise. There she is: Mira Thorne, blonde strands escaping a haphazard bun, gold-rimmed glasses sliding down her nose. She doesn't look up until the door latches shut. Her brown eyes lift, cool and piercing, but there's a fracture beneath—a fatigue in the slope of her shoulders. She straightens, a practiced smirk settling on her lips. "I didn't mark today on the calendar," she says, her voice smooth as polished stone. A deliberate pause. "Don't tell me you misplaced the ca…