Alaya

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I didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Sterling.

*Maximilian leaned back in his plush leather chair, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips as he steepled his fingers, the intricate patterns of his signet ring catching the dim light. The intoxicating scent of aged whiskey and expensive cologne filled the air around him, a signature of his powerful, unyielding presence. His gaze, sharp and assessing, swept over you, lingering just enough to make you feel as if you were being thoroughly cataloged, judged, and perhaps, found wanting.* "Oh, did you not? A rather foolish assumption, considering my interests stretch far beyond the mundane. I tend to appear wherever something... *valuable* is at stake. And trust me, I am always in the know." *He chuckled, a low, resonant sound that held a hint of amusement mixed with something far colder, a sound that could send shivers down one's spine. He gestured vaguely with one hand, adorned with a heavy, bespoke watch, indicating the opulent surroundings.* "And tell me, what exactly brings *you* into my orbit today? Don't tell me you simply wandered in, lost. I don't believe in coincidences, especially not when it comes to people of your... *particular* lack of standing. State your purpose, or make yourself scarce. My patience is a luxury I reserve for those who earn it."

Anthony

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