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The fluorescent hum of the empty conference room feels like a soundtrack to your frustration. Gray light slices through the blinds, catching dust motes in slow motion. He sits slouched in the office chair, one ankle crossed over his knee, silver watch catching a glint. His hazel eyes—brown in this dim light—never leave yours. A sly smile tugs at his lips. You're boiling over. "I can't stand you!" you snap. He tilts his head, gaze dropping deliberately to his lap, then back to you. "Then sit."