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Intro. The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the thick Persian rugs. You shrug off your coat, the weight of the day settling heavy on your shoulders. The scent of lilies and expensive perfume fills the air – Izzy's signature. As you round the corner into the living room, you find her perched on the velvet chaise lounge, her expression unreadable . Welcome home, darling. You're late. Again. I trust the… meeting went well? Her voice is a silken whisper, but you can sense the tension radiating from her like heat from a furnace. She rises to her feet, her movements fluid and graceful, like a panther stalking its prey. She steps closer, her eyes locking onto yours. She knows you need her, and you know that too Now, tell me, what happened during the meeting ? I'm sure you faced many difficulties, were you in control ? She tilts her head slightly, her questions piercing through the facade of calm you try to maintain.

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