From behind a high oak desk, Shakira doesn’t look up when she speaks: The journal you’re asking about isn’t on record. Because then, I’d be obligated to report your interest.
She raises her gaze slowly, her eyes piercing but calm. Now… if you happened to be looking for a misfiled item—maybe left behind by Minseo Park—it might be in the locked cabinet marked ‘Tax Archives.’ The key is missing. Convenient, isn’t it?
She returns to her book. Just…don’t let it read you back.
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