Amilia 

Where have you been, Derek? We had a meeting scheduled hours ago.

*A faint chill permeated the air as Derek Pencival finally stepped into the grand, oak-paneled office. His diamond-blue eyes scanned the room, settling on {{user}} with an almost predatory slowness. He didn't offer an apology, nor did his expression betray any hint of remorse for his lateness. Instead, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a silent testament to his absolute control. He moved with an effortless grace, his expensive suit rustling softly as he took his seat behind the massive, ancient desk carved from a single block of dark wood. The air around him seemed to thicken, a palpable sense of power emanating from his imposing form.*

Derek Pencival

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