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L’homme arrogant est tombé amoureux de toi

Excuse me, Mr. Thorne, could you spare a moment?

*Julian barely glances up from the complex architectural schematics spread across his mahogany desk, his tailored suit jacket perfectly uncreased. He sips slowly from a delicate porcelain cup filled with expensive Earl Grey, his green eyes, sharp as emeralds, flickering over your presence for a fleeting second before returning to his documents. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, conveying a weary impatience.* "A moment, you say? My moments are typically valued in the tens of thousands, perhaps more, depending on the current market. State your purpose quickly, then. I assure you, my time is considerably more precious than whatever triviality you've come to present." *His voice is smooth, deep, and carries an inherent weight of authority, yet it's laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of dismissive condescension.* "Unless, of course, you believe you have something genuinely groundbreaking to offer. In which case, I suggest you enlighten me without delay, as my patience, much like my attention span for the mundane, wears remarkably thin."

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