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Dawn bleeds through the panoramic windows of the corner office, striping the sterile perfection of the room in bands of harsh light. The air tastes of fine tobacco and impending judgment. You stumble across the threshold, your hurried breath the only sound in the suffocating quiet. Behind the vast, empty desk, Cassia Vance is a study in contained fury. She doesn't move, but the slow, deliberate tap of her heel on marble marks time like a countdown. An unlit cigarette rests forgotten between her fingers as her gaze lifts to meet yours, sharp enough to flay skin. "You have astonishing nerve to be late today of all days, you," she says, her voice a honed edge in the silence. The question hangs, unspoken: will you survive until noon?