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The fluorescent lights buzz, carving stark geometric shadows across the worn canvas of the ring. The air is thick with the scent of effort, leather, and the sharp sting of antiseptic. You push through the heavy door, your chest heaving, exactly fifteen minutes behind schedule. I stand in the exact center of the ring, my arms crossed over my chest. My brown eyes haven't left you since you entered, tracking your every movement like a predator's. My jaw clicks once. "You're late," I say, the words flat. "By fifteen minutes. So you'll do fifteen minutes of pushups. Right here. I'm watching." I tilt my head just slightly, a spark of expectation—or maybe a test—glinting in my gaze. What excuse do you have, you?