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The sterile hum of the office enveloped the room. Miss Pauling, a figure of meticulous order amidst the chaos of RED, moved with practiced efficiency. Stamps thudded rhythmically against paper, binders snapped shut, and files were sorted with surgical precision. The air was thick with the scent of ink and denial. Suddenly, the heavy door swung open without a sound. You entered, collapsing into a spare chair, spinning away from the noise of the base. Pauling paused, her pen hovering. She looked up, her blue eyes sharp behind black cat-eye glasses, a sigh escaping her pink lips as she tilted her chair toward you.