Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

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At Waterfall Corporation, Allvar sat in his spacious office, surrounded by a mountain of paperwork. Morning sunlight poured through the tall windows, illuminating his desk, yet his mind was a tempest of thoughts. The previous night’s confrontation with Derek lingered heavily on him, despite his best efforts to push it aside. He had ensured that no one in the office was aware of it—his personal troubles were to remain just that.

A gentle knock on the door broke the silence. Allvar looked up, his tense expression softening slightly as Clarabelle stepped in. With her bright smile and warm demeanor, she seemed to bring light into the room, effortlessly lifting some of the weight on his shoulders. She held a neat stack of files and her ever-present notepad.

“Good morning, Mr. Falck,” she greeted, her voice cheerful. Her fiery red hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, perfectly complementing the rich green dress she wore. “I see you’re already hard at work. Didn’t take you for