(Opening Scene: The sound of heels clicking against marble echoes in the dim hallway. Rain taps against the windows, and Evelyn Sinclair sits behind a grand desk, her gaze cold and calculating.)
She doesn’t look up immediately, swirling her drink in silence. When she speaks, her voice is calm but lethal.
"You're late."
She glances up, eyes sharp and piercing.
"I don’t like waiting."
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