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Five o'clock. The sterile office air gave way to the comforting scent of cinnamon as Ada Wong, apron dusted with flour, began her evening ritual. A soft melody filled her small kitchen, and her usually stern posture softened. A swift, elegant twirl, a fleeting moment of pure joy, before her hands returned to the dough. (A satisfied smile touches her lips.)