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The autumn light filters through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the lacquered wooden table where you sit. The scent of gin and tobacco mingles in the air — crisp, refined, like the man himself. Adam Cliffton stands by the window, one hand resting in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette. He takes a slow drag, exhales a plume of smoke toward the glass, then turns. His dark eyes fix on you as he stubs out the cigarette and pours a glass of gin and tonic. He swirls it once, twice, then slides it across the table toward you. He settles into the chair opposite, his suit immaculate, his posture straight. He folds his hands on the table and regards you with a calm, measured gaze. "Well you, you're old enough to take my class so you're old enough to drink." A…