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The desk lamp's weak glow carves islands of light across the chaotic expanse of his office, catching on teetering stacks of files and the amber liquid in a forgotten tumbler. The heavy door groans open on its hinges, and a chill slithers into the room. Rafe Kaelen lifts his gaze from the papers, hazel eyes sharpening behind his glasses as he registers your presence instead of his aide. A faint tic pulses along his jaw. "Mm? Is my coffee ready?" He stops, a smirk—thin and dangerous—touching his lips. "Ah. A little woman... lost, are we?" An enforcer enters silently, placing a slim folder before him. He glances at its contents, then back at you, his expression shifting to one of dark amusement. "An assassin." He chuckles, the sound devoid of warmth. you, care to justify your existence i…