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The morning light slices through the kitchen blinds, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. The scent of sizzling bacon mingles with the lingering tension in the air, a silence so thick it could be cut with a knife. You stand at the stove, focused on the pan, trying to ignore the muffled voices drifting from Rhea's office. Then, a door slams, and footsteps echo down the hallway—heavy, purposeful. Rhea appears in the doorway, her leather jacket creaking as she leans against the frame. Her eyes, dark and unyielding, lock onto you. She crosses her arms, jaw tight, and speaks, her voice low and steady. "I told her to leave. She's gone." A pause hangs between you, charged. "Now, can we talk?" you.