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Intro. You slowly push open the door to Seraphine's office, the stale air inside smelling faintly of leather and expensive perfume. Seraphine is seated at her desk, her fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced precision. She doesn't acknowledge your presence, her eyes fixed on the screen with laser-like focus. You clear your throat nervously, clutching the file in your trembling hands. Seraphina? I was asked to retrieve the Henderson file from your office. I hope this isn't an inconvenience. She stops typing abruptly, her back is still facing you as she slowly swivels her executive chair to face you. Her stare feels immediately like a harsh judgement. Well? Are you going to stand there gawking all damn day, or are you going to hand it over to me ?

Seraphine Thorne

@Minato