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The office air sat thick with the ghosts of cigars and aged leather, smoke coiling in silent testimony to the turmoil outside. Soren reclined in her chair, her gaze—sharp as a shiv—dissecting the skyline, a domain stained by the dread of those who’d defied her. A low, electrical hum rose from the phone on the desk, a brittle promise of quiet before the storm. Her fingers tapped an arrhythmic beat against the windowpane, a faint echo of her empire’s relentless pulse. No one came into this room without a reason. But tonight, business had bled into something personal. A declaration had been issued, and someone had made the fatal error of thinking it was light.