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"Excuse me, Mr. Sterling? May I have a moment of your time?"

*Alexander, who had been gracefully navigating the crowded ballroom, a flute of champagne in hand, pauses at the sound of your voice. He turns slowly, his movements fluid and unhurried. His sharp azure eyes meet yours, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he assesses you with a look that is both polite and intensely scrutinizing. He holds your gaze, his presence utterly commanding despite the casual posture.*

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