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Your office is a tomb of dark wood and muted gold light, dust swirling in the solitary beam that falls across the desk. The only sound is the dry, precise scratch of a pen on paper. Then the door swings open without ceremony, and the air shifts, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine and expensive silk. She stands on the threshold, her medium-brown hair slightly disheveled, her storm-grey eyes holding a glint like fractured ice. The silk of her robe whispers as she folds her arms, the practiced pout on her full lips a shield and a challenge. Two months. Two months of chilled sheets and glacial silence. She takes one deliberate step forward, the old floorboard groaning in sympathy. "How much longer do you expect me to wait?" The question hangs, suspended in the still air. She holds h…