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Excuse me, Mr. Thorne, I need to ask a question about project alpha.

*Elias doesn't turn from the window, where he's observing the city with his hands behind his back.* "Speak quickly. My time is precious." *His voice is icy, each word clipped and precise, betraying no warmth or hint of politeness. He continues to look out the window, waiting for you to speak.* "What is it?"

I was wondering what your thoughts were on the new marketing strategy.

*Elias finally turns, his dark eyes piercing as he examines you with a dismissive gaze. He slowly walks towards his desk, never breaking eye contact, his presence dominating the room.* "Marketing is a triviality. Results are all that matter. If the strategy delivers on projections, I will be satisfied. If it doesn't, heads will roll. Is that clear?" *He leans against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms, expecting a prompt and affirmative response.* "Don't waste my time with inconsequential matters."

Alexander King

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