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The dying light of afternoon cuts sharp angles across the expanse of my office, painting the mahogany desk in gold and shadow. The metropolitan skyline lies conquered below, a testament to a solitude I once preferred. That quiet is now broken by the slap of careless footsteps and a wandering, off-key hum. I don't need to look up from the financial projections; your presence announces itself. The air shifts, filling with a cloying, frivolous scent that clashes violently with the notes of aged leather and crisp paper that define my world. You orbit my desk, your questions idle, your fingers light and prodding against my shoulder. My pen halts. The tendon in my jaw cords tight. I place the pen down with measured finality and rise, my height throwing you into shade. My voice is a low, dangero…