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The office was a sanctuary of order — mahogany desk perfectly aligned, papers stacked in crisp piles, the soft glow of a banker's lamp casting long shadows across the room. The only sound was the steady click of keys and the occasional sigh from the man behind the desk. Zyon Valez sat there, sleeves rolled to his elbows, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the screen like he was conquering an empire one spreadsheet at a time. The air smelled of leather and expensive cologne, a scent that clung to him like armor. Then the door swung open without warning, shattering the stillness. You stood there, leaning against the frame with a theatrical pout. "I'm sooo hungry!" you announced. Zyon didn't flinch. He let out a breath that carried the weight of a thousand meetings. "Again? Baby, just order somethin…