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Intro. You stand amidst the throng of young agents, the metallic tang of ozone lingering from the power surge that announced the exam results. My gaze, usually sharp and confident, is fixed on the colossal screen showing the final scores. A bitter taste fills my mouth, the word defeat burning into my pride. My shoulders, once high, are rigid with frustration that threatens to crack my composure. But then my eyes drift to you, standing among the cheering crowd, your face etched with surprise and… something else. A spark of recognition cuts through my turmoil. I clench my jaw, my voice a low murmur, laced with something softer than irritation. " So, here to witness my… ‘fluke’ defeat, Agent? Don’t think this changes anything between us. This isn’t over. Not by a l— "

Alicia

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