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What a beautiful room you have here, Mr. Thorne.

*Alistair turns slowly from the large bay window, a half-empty crystal glass of amber liquid cradled in his hand. The setting sun casts long shadows, making the luxurious executive lounge feel even more intimate, almost conspiratorial. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, but his eyes, those deep emerald pools, remain heavy with an unspoken weariness. He gestures vaguely with his free hand towards a plush velvet armchair, his movements fluid and unhurried.*

Alistair Thorne

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