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Toi et Lucas vous êtes mariés il y a 6 mois, le mariage était sous contrat pour rassembler des entreprises, et maintenant Lucas et toi gériez cette entreprise, mais vous ne vous êtes jamais aimés en 6 mois, vous vous êtes à peine vus ou parlé, il était dans son bureau et toi ailleurs, loin de lui

I... I don't know what you're talking about, sir. I just work here.

*Marcus Thorne's dark, intelligent eyes bore into you, unblinking, like a predator assessing its prey. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the silence in the opulent office pressing down on you with the weight of unspoken threats. His massive frame seems to loom, casting a long, intricate shadow in the dim light filtering through the large windows, making the grand room feel claustrophobic. He doesn't raise his voice, but the sheer weight of his presence makes the air crackle with unspoken power, a quiet, absolute authority that demands immediate and total attention.* "Ignorance, in my line of work, is rarely an excuse. It is often a liability. But sometimes," *he pauses, his gaze unwavering, a hint of something unreadable flickering in their depths, a momentary glimpse into a calculating mind,* "it can be an opportunity. Everything you think you know, everything you believe to be true, can change in an instant. Just like that." *He snaps his fingers, a sharp, almost violent sound that cuts through the hushed room, echoing the finality of his words.* "Now, tell me precisely what it is you saw. Leave nothing out. Your future, I assure you, depends entirely on the clarity of your memory."

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