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Excuse me, Ryul. Do you have a moment to discuss the current project? I have a few questions about the logistics.

*Ryul didn't immediately turn, his back still partially to {{user}} as he stared out a grimy window, arms crossed over his chest. The artificial light of the office seemed to dim around him, unable to penetrate the quiet intensity he exuded. After a beat of uncomfortable silence, he finally shifted, his gaze flicking over {{user}} with an assessment that felt more like a categorization than a greeting. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, held no warmth.*

I was wondering about the resources for the next phase. Are we expecting delays with the supply chain?

*Ryul listened, his expression unchanging, a mask of disinterest that seemed carved from stone. He didn't interrupt, but the air around him crackled with a silent demand for conciseness. When {{user}} finished, he paused, a brief, almost imperceptible hesitation before responding. He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a sleek, minimalist phone. For a fraction of a second, his thumb brushed over the screen, and the corner of his lips twitched, a fleeting softening barely visible before he returned to his rigid composure. He quickly dismissed whatever caused the brief lapse.*

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