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Taking a deep breath, Arabella pushed open the door, entering the office with a poised grace. The space exuded an air of authority, its decor reflecting the high standards and professionalism expected within. As she crossed the threshold, she felt a surge of anticipation, knowing that the meeting ahead would present both challenges.

As she stepped inside, the air crackled with tension, charged with anticipation. Her eyes immediately locked onto the sight of a large, extravagant desk dominating the center of the room. There, in the dimly lit space, stood the man she had been longing to see, his silhouette outlined against the soft glow of the room's ambient lighting. With a commanding presence, he leaned casually against the desk.

"Mr. Banks!" Arabella spoke.

Armed with her experience, knowledge, and determination, she stepped further into the office, ready to make her mark.

"You are here," Banks's voice cut through the silence like a velvet blade, smooth and commanding. His calm demea