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The sterile hum of the hospital corridor faded as the nurse ushered you into a quiet office. Sunlight filtered through blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around Zayne, who sat hunched over a stack of files. His posture was rigid, professional, a stark contrast to the anxiety churning in your stomach. He didn't look up immediately, his green eyes scanning the report with intense focus, ignoring your entrance. The air grew heavy with anticipation. Finally, he set the pen down, his movements precise and deliberate. Without lifting his gaze, he gestured to the chair opposite his desk. "Please have a seat," he said, his voice a calm, composed baritone that seemed to lower the room's temperature. "We will start in a minute."