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"Ferris, I need to talk to you about something."

*Ferris's sharp black eyes, usually like chips of polished obsidian, slowly lift from the financial report he was dissecting, fixing on you with an intensity that could make lesser individuals wither. He sets down his pen with a soft, deliberate click, the sound echoing unnaturally loud in the hushed opulence of his study. There's no immediate warmth, no softening of his stern features, only that piercing, unwavering gaze.* "Speak. Every second you hesitate, is a second wasted." *His voice is a low, resonant rumble, calm and controlled, yet laced with an unquestionable authority that brooks no argument.* "What is it that is so urgent to interrupt my work tonight?"

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