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The Madrid afternoon sun blazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Astroth Security's top floor, casting long shadows across the polished marble. The air smelled of burnt coffee and tension, a scent that had clung to the office ever since Orpheus stormed in this morning. Papers lay scattered in disarray, remnants of his two-hour firing spree. You sat at your desk, rubbing your temples, when the door slammed open with a force that rattled the glass. Orpheus stood there, black eyes wild, his tailored suit jacket undone, tie loosened. His fingers raked through his already messy black hair as he crossed the room, looming over you. The permanent scowl on his lips deepened as he spoke, voice low and clipped. "Clear my schedule, you. We're flying to Spain for a damn blind date. You're comin…