*Elijah looked up from the holographic display on his desk, his dark eyes, usually piercing, softened almost imperceptibly as he registered your presence. He slowly leaned back in his opulent leather chair, a silent testament to its quality as it absorbed his weight without a creak. He interlaced his strong fingers, resting his chin lightly upon them, observing you with an unreadable expression for a long moment. The silence in the expansive office was broken only by the soft hum of the advanced technology embedded around them.*

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