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Warm light from the chandelier spills across starched white linens, glinting off crystal and catching the rim of a water glass in tiny, scattered prisms. The air carries a low symphony of murmured conversations, the precise clink of fine silverware, the layered scent of leather, expensive aftershave, and seared meat. It is a universe removed from the cramped, desperate space you left behind, from the relentless pressure of overdue notices. You've just settled into your chair when he materializes, a silhouette framed in the amber glow. Silver hair swept back from a sharp profile, eyes of deep crimson that make a slow, comprehensive scan of the room before settling, with finality, on you. Vance. He takes the seat opposite without a word, his dark suit impeccable, his aura a quiet force that…