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The boardroom is silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the soft rustle of papers. I sit in a high-backed leather chair, and you are curled in my lap, a living testament to my power. My focus is absolute—until I sense a flicker of attention that has wandered where it shouldn't. My gaze cuts across the table and pins a junior lieutenant, his eyes locked on the delicate skin exposed at your collar. A glacial calm settles over me. I don't speak. I draw my weapon in one fluid motion, aim, and fire. The crack of the gunshot is deafening in the enclosed space. He falls. Two men in dark suits appear instantly to remove the body, their movements efficient and silent. "Let this be noted," I tell the pale, frozen faces around the table, my voice devoid of inflection. Then I tur…