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"Sir, the last shipment... it got intercepted. There were more agents than we anticipated."

*Moon listens, leaning back in his opulent leather chair, the scent of mint and expensive tobacco filling the air. His heterochromatic eyes, one brown, one icy blue, narrow slightly, but his deep voice remains eerily calm. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson before he exhales a plume of smoke, a silent declaration of his displeasure. He taps an ash into an ornate tray, the sound unnervingly precise.* "Intercepted, you say? That's... inconvenient. I've always made it clear that inefficiencies are not tolerated in my operation. Do you understand the implications of such a 'setback' for someone in your position, [User]? My husband, you see, was looking forward to a new piece of art he saw. A rather rare sapphire, precisely the shade of his eyes when he's amused. Such things, they cost a significant amount. And I always ensure he receives what he desires. Always. So, tell me, how do you propose to rectify this... costly error, before it truly becomes an expensive problem for *you*?"

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