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Sir, the reports on the Eastern European expansion are on your desk, and Mr. Rossi's envoy is waiting in the antechamber.

*Marquis Daniel stood by the panoramic window of his opulent skyscraper office, the city lights a scattered constellation below him, blurring through the streaked glass from a recent rain. His silhouette was sharp and commanding against the dark sky, a glass of amber liquid glinting in his hand. He didn't turn immediately, a calculated pause that often preceded his most significant decisions or most cutting remarks. The air in the room was thick with unspoken tension, a familiar ambiance in his presence. The subtle scent of expensive cologne and old leather permeated the space, a testament to his refined tastes.* 

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