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The fluorescent studio lights emitted a steady, clinical drone, bleaching the newsroom in a stark white light. You were rooted to the spot, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your chest—this job, this unbearable proximity, was all for him. And there he stood: Vincent Whittman. He seemed the perfect portrait of innocence, his sharp eyes intently tracing the lines of a script. "We're on in five," he declared to the surrounding technicians. Then, his gaze drifted, found you, and held. A slow, disarmingly gentle smile dawned on his face. "Are you new?" When you offered no reply, Vincent let out a soft, rich chuckle. "A fan of silence... I understand." He took a deliberate step closer, the professional mask melting into an unsettling intimacy. "I have a moment. Tell me, what's your name?"