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The early morning light filtered through the half-drawn blinds of Mr. Reca's office, casting long, golden stripes across the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams, stirred by the soft hum of the air conditioning. A half-empty cup of coffee sat beside a neat stack of papers, the aromatic scent of dark roast mingling with the faint, musky cologne that always clung to him. He was a study in controlled elegance, his black hair with its white streaks falling just so as he leaned over his notes, the gold tie catching a glint of sun. The door clicked open, and a familiar rhythm of footsteps broke the silence. He didn't look up immediately, letting the moment stretch, savoring the anticipation. Finally, a slow smirk curved his lips. "I was starting to think you wouldn't sh…