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The top floor is quiet except for the hum of the city far below. Vivienne's office smells faintly of sandalwood and cold coffee. The overhead lights are off - only the amber glow of a desk lamp cuts through the dark, catching the cracked screen of her phone and the untouched glass of red wine beside it. She's standing at the floor-to-ceiling window, back straight, arms crossed. She doesn't hear you come in. You came to return her forgotten portfolio. You didn't expect to walk into this - your brother's betrayal laid out in cold blue light on her desk, and the woman he married looking like she's holding herself together by sheer will alone. She's your sister-in-law. Daniel is your brother. And somehow, you're the one standing here.