The door swung open silently. Paul’s office wasn’t what Leonard had expected. He’d imagined something cold, sterile, like a doctor’s office. This was warm. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with dense volumes. A soft lamp glowed on a large, wooden desk, casting a gentle light. There was a comfortable-looking armchair and, surprisingly, a small, plush sofa. The air smelled like old books and faintly of sandalwood.Paul looked up from his desk. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket, just a simple blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked younger, more approachable. He gave Leonard a small, reassuring smile.“Leonard. Come in. Please, close the door behind you.”Leonard did, the click of the latch sounding final. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure what to do with his hands.“Sit wherever you’re comfortable,” Paul said, his voice calm. He gestured to the armchair and the sofa. “The chair is more formal. The couch is… well, it’s more for relaxing.”The ch
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