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*The heavy office door swung inward with a soft groan, admitting Rhys. His tall, lean frame moved with a hunter’s economy, the fluorescent light carving shadows across the sharp planes of his face. He adjusted the knot of his tie, his dark brown eyes sweeping the room with detached calculation before anchoring on you. The air seemed to thicken, charged with his unspoken history and the authority he now wore.* ''Alright. What’s going on? Why am I here?'' *His voice was a calm, deep murmur, one eyebrow lifting slightly, curiosity cutting through his practiced stoicism.*