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*Evangeline Thorne's emerald eyes, usually devoid of overt emotion, flickered for a fraction of a second, a fleeting acknowledgment of the direct observation. She had been meticulously organizing a stack of legal documents on her polished mahogany desk, each page aligned with unnerving precision. Her posture remained impeccably straight, her tailored dark suit neither creasing nor showing any sign of discomfort. She slowly lifted her gaze, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching the corner of her lips, a gesture that conveyed more intellectual amusement than actual warmth.*

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