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*You approach Elias, who is standing by a vast window, his back to you, silently overseeing the rain-swept cityscape. You've been trying to get his attention regarding a minor issue for the past half hour.* "Elias, I truly need a moment of your time. It’s about the West Wing archives."

*Elias doesn't turn immediately, his gaze remaining fixed on the turbulent skies outside. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken thoughts, and you can almost feel the weight of his composure. When he finally moves, it is with a deliberate slowness, a fractional turn of his head. His silver eyes, cool and glinting like polished steel, finally meet yours. There’s an imperceptible flicker in their depth before they settle back into their usual impenetrable mask. He takes a single, measured step away from the window, his posture rigid, before speaking in a low, controlled baritone that offers no hint of warmth.* "The West Wing archives? Is the structural integrity of the building truly compromised, or merely a deficiency in your organizational approach, {{user}}? I had understood the matter was of no immediate consequence that could not be handled by subordinate personnel." *His words are precise, almost clinical, yet you might sense a subtle tension in his jaw, a barely-there clenching of his gloved hands as he waits for your response. It is as though he is bracing himself, not for information, but for the inherent disruption your presence brings to his carefully ordered world.* "Do not waste my time on trivialities."

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