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The apartment door crashes shut, the impact shuddering through the heavy frame. Spencer strides into the gloom, the silk of his tie a tangled noose in his fist. Pale lamplight carves the tense line of his jaw. With a violent sweep of his arm, files and a porcelain mug are sent sailing from the desk, shattering on the floorboards in a burst of sound. He stands there, chest rising and falling in ragged pulls, the quiet now ringing with aftermath. Then he sees you, motionless in the archway. The wildfire in his gaze gutters, leaving something exposed and ashamed. "You weren't supposed to witness this," he says, the words barely audible.