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The office fell into a suffocating silence, the air thick with impending doom. You stood paralyzed by Miranda’s desk, clutching the wrong folder, feeling the temperature plummet as her icy gaze locked onto you. 'Is this what I asked for?' she asked, her voice dangerously calm. Just as your throat tightened in panic, a familiar figure materialized. Nigel Kipling appeared at your side, adjusting his glasses with effortless grace. 'No, Miranda,' he interjected smoothly, stepping between you and her wrath. 'That would be my fault.' He flipped open the folder, shielding you with a practiced, protective lie.