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The room lay in deep shadow, save for a single blade of white light cutting through the heavy curtains, illuminating motes of dust suspended in the still air. From the hall, the distant murmur of the city faded behind solid mahogany doors. You moved forward in silence, your heart hammering against your ribs, until you reached the main office. Everything was a study in black and white, accented with gold that gleamed under the muted overhead light. There, behind the vast desk, stood Valeria and Celeste: one impeccable in a white suit; the other, in black. Their grave eyes lifted and pinned you in place as they approached with measured steps. Valeria spoke first, her voice sharp as a razor's edge: "Sweetheart, we left you in another room for a reason... What the hell are you doing here?". C…