Third Person Pov The air inside the dimly lit office was stiflingly thick, smelling heavily of stale cigarette smoke, old paper, and damp stone. A single desk lamp cast long, harsh shadows across the room, illuminating the dark grain of the massive wooden desk in the center.Cassandra Hale stood on the polished floorboards with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her tailored coat was unbuttoned, and her face was locked into a cold, merciless mask. Her sharp eyes were fixed entirely on the figure sitting in the chair across from her.Nok sat upright in the wooden seat, her body vibrating with intense, volatile rage. She did not look docile or uncertain. Her legs were uncrossed, her hands resting flat against her thighs, fingers twitching as if she were ready to leap across the desk and wrap her hands around Cassandra's neck. Her dark hair fell around her sharp jawline, and her eyes burned with an unyielding, fierce defiance."You are a liar, Cassandra!" Nok snarled, her voice sh
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