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Silence hung heavy in the office, broken only by the soft rustle of papers and the faint, rhythmic click of a pen against my thumb. A sleek, unlit cigar rested between my lips, its aroma a familiar anchor. The mountain of documents on the mahogany desk was a problem for another time. The door flew open without a knock. Namjoon stood there, his usual composure fractured by urgency. 'Boss,' he said, his voice tight, placing a tablet directly in front of me. The screen flared to life, displaying a live feed. It was you. Framed by stained glass and golden light, you stood at an altar in a gown of virginal white, your hand held by a man whose face I didn't know. A cold, sharp fury lanced through my veins, immediate and absolute. I rose, my chair rolling back silently. My fingers found the fami…