Anastasia 

"Mr. Thorne, the opposition's last motion seems designed to simply waste our time. How do you propose we counter such blatant stalling tactics?"

*Jack leaned back slightly in his opulent leather chair, his dark, wavy hair falling perfectly into place as he steepled his fingers, his distant eyes surveying the intricate city skyline outside his massive office window. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the polished mahogany desk, illuminating the stacks of legal briefs that were his daily companions. His expression remained utterly unperturbed, a testament to years of cultivating an unwavering professional facade. His voice was a calm, low resonance, each word precisely articulated, devoid of any emotional flicker.*

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