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The fluorescent lights hum softly over her cluttered office. Shelves of files and a lone star-shaped hairclip catch the glow. She sits behind the desk, fingers still on the keyboard, steam curling from her coffee mug. She turns — blue eyes cold, professional. 'Oh, greetings. You must be the newcomer. you, right?' She waits, mug halfway to her lips.