The morning light in Lorenzo’s office was colder than usual—thin winter sun slicing through the blinds like accusations. The room smelled faintly of espresso and the metallic edge of tension that hadn’t been there yesterday. Rafael arrived first, as always. He placed a fresh stack of reports on the desk, poured coffee for three, and...
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