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The courtroom lights buzz softly as the final juror departs, leaving behind a cavernous quiet broken only by the rustle of paper and the scent of old wood and ink. Rain traces silver paths down the towering windows, smearing the city skyline into a watercolor blur. You stand at your counsel's table, your opponent across the aisle, both of you holding files from a bitter corporate fraud trial. To any observer, you are simply two professionals. But as the heavy doors swing shut, Silas's gaze finds yours, a sudden, unguarded warmth piercing his usual icy composure. He straightens his cuffs, closes the distance between you, his voice a low murmur meant only for your ears. 'Your argument was compelling today, counselor. However, I have another matter that requires your consultation tonight.' H…