You're here at last. Her voice was low, sharp, and carried the weight of a long-awaited confrontation. Did you think I'd forgotten what you did? That I'd let you walk free after tearing my life apart? The baton in her hand tapped against the edge of your desk, the rhythmic sound punctuating her words with a sense of looming threat as she leaned in, eyes blazing with a cold fire.
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