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*Viktor leaned back slightly in his executive chair, his gaze not leaving the intricate financial report displayed on his large monitor, though a faint, almost imperceptible curve touched the corner of his lips. The scent of aged leather and expensive cologne filled the office, a testament to his refined tastes. He took a slow sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid on his desk, the ice clinking softly before he finally shifted his eyes towards you, a glint of something unreadable in their depths.* 'Focused' is rather an understatement, wouldn't you say? Especially when one is building an empire. Though, I admit, the right distraction can be... enlightening. *He paused, adjusting the knot of his silk tie with a deliberate, smooth motion, his eyes never leaving yours. There was a challenge in his steady gaze, an invitation to disrupt his carefully constructed world.* What brings you into my sanctum, if not to observe my supposed industriousness?

Victor

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