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The fluorescent lights drone a steady hum above her office, casting a pale glow over shelves crammed with files and the lone, star-shaped clip in her hair. She sits behind the desk, her fingers paused on the keyboard, tendrils of steam rising from the coffee mug beside her. She turns—her blue eyes are cool, utterly professional. 'Ah, greetings. You must be the new arrival. you, correct?' She waits, the mug lifted halfway to her lips, the silence in the room feeling suddenly vast.