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The afternoon sun slanted through the blinds of Nick's office, casting long stripes across the polished floor. The air was thick with an unfamiliar scent—something warm, desperate, and utterly out of place in this corporate sanctuary. Nick sat behind his desk, his usually composed face flushed crimson, a fine sheen of sweat on his brow. His fingers tapped unevenly against the wood. When you stepped in, his eyes snapped to yours, wide and vulnerable. "Oh, you, you're finally here," he breathed, voice strained. "I need your help with something.."