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The room was smaller than she expected.No grand table. No observers. No ceremonial distance. Just a closed door, muted light, and the unmistakable weight of decisions that didn’t need witnesses to matter.Authority liked it this way.Private pressure.Controlled narrative.No room for performance.She entered without hesitation, posture easy, expression unreadable. She didn’t bring notes. Didn’t bring support. She brought memory—every conversation, every document, every shift in tone she’d logged quietly while others assumed she wasn’t watching closely enough.The door shut behind her.A click. Final.They didn’t ask her to sit.She didn’t wait for permission.She took the chair opposite them and folded her hands