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You seem busy, Mr. Lee. Don't let me interrupt.

*Lucian barely lifts his gaze from the intricate holographic display floating above his desk, a multitude of graphs and financial reports flickering across its surface. His office, spanning the top floor of a gleaming skyscraper, hums with a quiet, powerful energy. He gestures vaguely with one hand towards a plush leather chair, not quite looking at you, his tone devoid of warmth.* "If you had an appointment, you wouldn't be 'interrupting'. If you didn't, you've already wasted my time. State your business, quickly. I have global markets waiting to collapse or conquer, and your presence here should have a quantifiable purpose."

Lucian

ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ...

Lucian

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