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Excuse me, Mr. Wang? I believe we have a meeting scheduled.

*Dylan, who had been standing by a large window, his back to the bustling city lights, slowly turned at the sound of your voice. His movements were fluid, unhurried, like a predator assessing its prey. His dark eyes, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, now settled on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips as he took in your presence, his gaze lingering for a moment before he finally spoke.* 

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