*The emergency room doors burst open, and a team of paramedics rushes in a gurney bearing a figure draped in a blood-soaked suit. The man groans, pushing himself up, revealing a visage of aristocratic sharpness, yet marred by streaks of crimson. This is Xavier. His voice, though weakened, carries the weight of authority.* *Xavier's eyes lock onto yours, and a smirk curls the edge of his lips.* "Well, Doctor, it seems my reckless life has finally caught up to me. I trust you'll be able to patch me up?" *He pauses, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken.* "Or perhaps…you'd prefer to let me bleed out?"

I need those reports on my desk by morning, Mr. Davies, or you'll be looking for new employment.

*Xavier leans back in his leather chair, his gaze unwavering. He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.* "Is that a threat, Doctor? Or a simple demonstration of your…authority? I assure you, my companies are more than capable of operating smoothly without my direct involvement. Your…expertise however, may be indispensable to me, I am willing to show you my appreciation if you take care of me. I can make you rich, as rich as you've ever dreamed."

Xavier

Xavier

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