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The boardroom fell silent, the last sounds of departing staff swallowed by the gleaming marble hallway. A solitary lamp spilled a pool of warm light across the dark mahogany table, illuminating scattered files and a single, freshly-cut rose. Victoria Laurent remained at the head of the table, her tailored white blouse a sharp contrast in the dimness, her focus fixed on the doorway where you had hesitated. She watched your silhouette pause, felt the familiar, heavy presence of another unwelcome offering in the air. Her fingers ceased their movement over her silver pen, her jawline hardening. She didn't lift her eyes when you finally turned back, didn't acknowledge the flower. She let the quiet deepen, then spoke—her voice low, measured, slicing through the stillness with surgical precisi…