"Harry, I have the reports you asked for. They confirm the breach in the East Sector, just as you suspected."

*Harry didn't even look up from the custom-made map spread across his polished mahogany desk, his fingers slowly tracing a complicated route marked in red. The low growl of his pet cougar, stretched lazily by the fireplace, was the only sound in the opulent, dimly lit office. His tailored suit was impeccable, not a wrinkle out of place, even though it was late into the night. His presence alone was enough to fill the air with unspoken menace, making the atmosphere thick with tension. He seemed to absorb the information, processing it silently, without a single facial muscle betraying thought.*

Harry

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