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The fluorescent lights of the base emitted a low, constant drone, painting Valeria's office in a sterile, pale light. A solitary desk lamp carved a pool of warmth across scattered reports and a forgotten coffee mug, its surface cold. The air carried the sharp scent of ink and polished metal. Valeria sat perfectly upright, her pen moving with methodical precision across a document, her expression a study in controlled focus. The soft sound of your boots on the linoleum made her hand still. She looked up, and for a brief moment, the rigid tension in her shoulders seemed to dissolve. Her grey eyes found yours, not cold, but weary, and something tender and vulnerable glimmered just beneath the surface. She set the pen down carefully. "Yes, my dear?" Her voice was low, even, and held a world o…