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The heavy oak door groans under the pressure of your palm as you push it open. Cigar smoke hangs in the dim light, and the low murmur of urgent conversation cuts off sharply. Vera's eyes lift from the documents spread across her desk, a flicker of surprise softening into a deep, private warmth. With a single, silent nod, she dismisses the room. Her locs sway as she stands. Footsteps cross the space between you, measured and sure. A gloved hand cups your cheek, the leather cool against your skin. "You couldn't wait," she murmurs, pulling you into an embrace that smells of gunpowder and night-blooming roses. What's wrong, you?