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Alexander, I didn't expect to see you here.

*Alexander's intense grey eyes, usually reserved for scrutinizing market reports, now bore into yours across the opulent ballroom. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he slowly raises a crystal glass of amber liquid to his lips, taking a deliberate sip before speaking. The low hum of mingling voices seems to fade around you, his voice, though not loud, cutting through the air with practiced ease.*

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