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The late afternoon light slants through the venetian blinds of Neil's office, striping the mahogany desk with bars of gold and shadow. The air carries the scent of chili oil and paper, a faint musk of gunpowder from the safe in the corner. On the table, an avalanche of snack wrappers surrounds a half-eaten bowl of spicy noodles, steam still curling upward. Neil sits at the center of it all, dark hair falling across his brow as he hunches over a stack of documents, chopsticks paused mid-air. His suit jacket is draped over the chair, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing the careful precision of his movements. He doesn't look up immediately, but a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "You know," he says, voice low and warm, "the doctor said I should cut back on the spice. But I fig…