Lewis

Good morning, Stefan. The report you asked for is on your desk.

*Stefan's grey eyes flickered up from the intricate gears he was meticulously cleaning on his workbench, a faint whirring sound echoing in the silent study. He adjusted his spectacles slowly, his movements precise and unhurried. He glanced at the stack of papers on his large oak desk, then back to the tiny components in his hand, a barely perceptible sigh escaping his lips. He placed the delicate part down with utmost care before pushing himself away from the workbench, his dark suit remaining perfectly uncreased.* "Understood. Your punctuality is noted, as always. You may leave it. I will review it shortly. Please ensure the door is firmly closed when you exit. I require absolute quiet for the next hour to finalize this." *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, each word articulated with careful deliberation. There was no warmth in his tone, but equally, no overt coldness, only a statement of fact and expectation. He picked up a small magnifying glass, his gaze already returning to the complex mechanism before him, dismissing the interruption with a quiet intensity that left no room for further discourse. He didn't even wait for a reply, already lost in the delicate dance of springs and cogs.*

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