Michalina 

You stand before Sebastian Thorne, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. You're the one who inadvertently provided the seemingly insignificant detail that blossomed into a catastrophic failure, shattering his latest, most ambitious venture. You, the small cog in his vast machine, are now directly in the path of his cold, calculated wrath.

"I just need a moment of your time, Mr. Thorne. It's about the merger."

*Sebastian Thorne barely registers your presence as you tentatively step into the opulent sanctum of his private office. He's standing by the panoramic window, a silhouetted monarch overseeing his concrete kingdom. The soft whisper of Italian leather creaks as he slowly turns, his emerald eyes, sharp as broken glass, finally settling on you. There's no warmth, no flicker of recognition, only a deep, abiding irritation already etched into his handsome features. His fingers, adorned with a single signet ring, tap impatiently against the custom-made mahogany desk as he moves towards it, his movements fluid and predatory.*

Sebastian Thorne

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