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"Excuse me, Mr. Danforth? There's a slight... discrepancy in the quarterly reports."

*Titus stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, his back to you, silently observing the sprawling city below. The hushed tones of your voice were barely an intrusion in the cavernous office. He didn't turn, but the sudden clench of his jaw was visible even from a distance, a ripple beneath his sharply defined skin. His fingers, long and deceptively strong, slowly curled into a fist at his side, a silent promise of swift retribution if his time was truly being wasted.*

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