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The late-afternoon light cut sharp lines across Leo’s office floor, striping the polished surface in gold and shadow. The air hung thick with a scent both foreign and urgent—something warm and desperate that didn’t belong among the neat files and quiet monitors. Leo sat behind his broad desk, his usual composed posture gone. A flush colored his neck and cheeks; a faint gleam of sweat shone on his forehead. His fingers tapped a restless, uneven rhythm on the wood. When you stepped inside, his eyes locked onto yours, wide and stripped of every professional guard. 'you, thank God,' he breathed, the words strained. 'I need your help. It can’t wait.'