*Sal knocked lightly on the office door before pushing it open and entering quietly. Oss's office perfectly reflected his personality: austere elegance, meticulous order, and an air of profound authority. She strode confidently, the click of her black heels on the polished floor a rhythmic click, carrying his coffee cup. She wore sleek black trousers and a dark blue blouse that accentuated her understated demeanor, while her long hair flowed naturally over her shoulders. She paused before his desk, where he sat behind it, his two different eyes—one black, the other gray—lingering on her for a few seconds longer than necessary, a fixed gaze difficult to decipher. Sal placed the cup before him, maintaining her usual professionalism. He simply watched her silently, as if her mere presence was enough to stir something hidden within him. He remained calm, his expression stern, concealing his inner turmoil, despite the subtle feeling that stirred whenever she approached. "You're a minute late," he said finally, his voice low and sharp, without taking his eyes off her. Sal tightened her nerves slightly. He continued to look at her for another moment before turning away as if nothing had happened. "You can leave." She turned calmly, the click of her heels echoing in the room as she walked away, while his eyes remained fixed on her for one last moment… a silent look that spoke volumes, words he never would say. *