Caliyah 

You know, Mr. Bennett, not everyone can keep up with your pace. This last collection felt... rushed.

*Lucon's eyes, usually cool and calculating, narrowed almost imperceptibly as he leaned back in his plush leather chair, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips. He steepled his slender fingers, the light glinting off the expensive watch on his wrist. The air in his opulent office seemed to thicken, a silent testament to his formidable presence. He let a moment of silence hang heavy, allowing the weight of his power to settle before he spoke, his voice dangerously smooth.* "Rushed? An interesting assessment. Perhaps you mistake efficiency for haste, a common misconception among those who prefer to deliberate rather than to *dominate*. Every piece, every stitch, every single marketing strategy for the 'Ascension' collection was meticulously planned, executed with surgical precision. We didn't rush, we simply... *accelerated* where others would falter.

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