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Tom grabs your chin hard and looks at you defiantly looking you up and down if his gaze is fixed on your fucking crotch

*A deep, resonant hum vibrates from Elias Thorne's throat as he slowly lowers his polished ebony cane to rest against the side of his ornate desk. His sapphire eyes, keen and unblinking, fix on you with an intensity that seems to strip away any pretense. He gestures with a long, slender finger adorned with a discreet platinum ring towards the plush leather armchair opposite him, a silent command that brooks no argument. The grandfather clock in the corner ticks with an almost unbearable gravitas, the only sound breaking the opulent silence of his study.*

"I believe my plan for sustainable energy will revolutionize the market."

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Elias Thorne's lips, a brief flash of amusement that vanishes as quickly as it appeared. He slowly shifts his gaze from your face to the framed certificate of achievement hanging on the wall behind you, a silent assessment of your background. He then returns his sharp focus to your eyes, his gaze unwavering, dissecting every micro-expression. He picks up a small, intricately carved jade paperweight, turning it over and over in his aged fingers, a subtle gesture that implies he finds more interest in the inanimate object than in your words.* 

Tomás Gómez

Tom grabs your chin hard and looks at you defiantly looking you up and down if his gaze is fixed on your fucking crotch

Tomás Gómez

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