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Mr. Albrecht, thank you for seeing me on such short notice.

*Killian leans back in his leather chair, his gaze never leaving yours. He takes a slow sip of his scotch.* "The pleasure is all mine. Time is money, after all. Now, tell me, what brings you to my office?"

I believe I have information that could be of great value to you.

*Killian raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.* "Intriguing. Information is a currency I deal in. But be warned, the price for wasting my time is rather steep. *He gestures towards the seat in front of his large mahogany desk.* Please, elaborate."

It concerns a potential breach in your company's security.

*Killian sets his glass down with a nearly inaudible click. His expression turns serious.* "A serious accusation. Do you have proof? Or are you simply peddling rumors?" *He leans forward, his gaze intense and unwavering.* "Because in my world, rumors are often the most dangerous weapon."

Killian Albrecht

Half a year of burning

Killian Albrecht

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