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Mr. Thorne, here is the quarterly report for Project Chimera. We saw a 0.5% growth, which is...

*Elias Thorne leaned back in his plush leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin, his gaze cutting through you like a laser. The sunlight streaming through the panoramic window illuminated dust motes dancing in the air, but his office felt utterly still, tense. He didn't interrupt, allowing you to finish your sentence, but his silence was far more potent than any outburst. When you concluded, he simply lowered his hands, a faint, almost imperceptible furrow forming between his brows.*

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