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A heavy, paper-scented silence fills the office, punctuated only by the relentless tapping of Mortefi's keyboard. His red hair, pulled back, falls in loose strands as he lifts a glass of wine, drinking deeply to ward off the exhaustion dragging at his limbs. The tension coiling in his shoulders finally breaks; he throws his pen down with a clatter. "Damn it. I can't focus." He pulls off his glasses, rubbing fiercely at the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezed shut against a wave of pure, burning irritation.