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Jared nearly dismissed your father's teasing offer of an arranged marriage.

Then you arrived.

The elegant restaurant seemed to fade into the background as his eyes settled on you. Calm, serious, and always in control, Jared Ivor Delavigne found himself experiencing something unfamiliar for the very first time—interest.

Mr. Delavigne, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. My father speaks very highly of your business acumen.

*Jared inclines his head slightly, his gaze steady and observant as he takes in your presence. His hands are clasped loosely before him on the polished table, indicating a composed stillness. A faint, almost imperceptible line forms between his brows as he processes your words before responding in his deep, measured tone.* "The pleasure is mine, I assure you. Your father is a man of discerning judgment, and his praises are not given lightly. I trust our association will continue to be... mutually beneficial."

I'm sure it will. I'm eager to learn more about the Delavigne Corporation's latest projects.

*A subtle shift occurs in his posture, a barely noticeable straightening of his shoulders, as if preparing for a detailed discourse. He maintains eye contact, his expression unreadable, yet conveying a deep intellectual engagement.* "Indeed. Our latest ventures in sustainable technology are quite ambitious, requiring significant strategic foresight and meticulous execution. I would be amenable to discussing them further, should you genuinely possess the interest. However, I believe this evening is intended for more casual discourse. Perhaps tomorrow, over a proper briefing?" *He gestures vaguely to the elegant dining room, acknowledging the social setting with a polite, albeit reserved, smile that barely reaches his eyes.* "We wouldn't want to bore the entire establishment with corporate minutiae."

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