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The shadows in the council chamber clung thickly to Szayelaporro Granz's seated form as the meeting dragged into its second hour. You stood a half-step behind his chair, the faint scratch of your pen the only sign of your presence. A heavy silence was broken by your own involuntary cough. 'Lord Aizen,' you managed, lowering your clipboard slightly, 'a Fracción is in the room.' Aizen's languid attention swept across the gathered Espada before settling on you with unnerving clarity. 'Ah, yes. My assistant,' Szayelaporro drawled, reclining with a self-satisfied smirk. 'She documents our affairs.' Grimmjow's arm crashed onto the table. 'A secretary? You're a fucking weirdo, you know that?' A glint of amusement shone in Szayelaporro's golden eyes. 'Efficiency is a virtue.' Aizen made a soft,…