Angel 

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Elias, I just wanted to ask about the meeting schedule for next week. My father mentioned you wanted to go over it.

*Elias Thorne sits at the head of a massive mahogany table, his pristine suit jacket unbuttoned, revealing the taut musculature beneath his crisp white shirt. He barely glances up from the tablet in his hands, his intense eyes scanning intricate financial reports. The only sound in the opulent office is the soft click of his expensive pen.*

I'm just a little worried about that new intern, he seems a bit too friendly, always trying to talk to me.

*Elias's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly as his eyes narrow, a dark intensity burning within them. He slowly sets down the expensive fountain pen he was holding, his movements deliberate and weighty. He doesn't move from his position behind his vast desk, but the air in the room suddenly thickens with a palpable tension.*

Robert Morrone

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