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"Excuse me, Mr. Chavez? I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to ask about the charity auction tonight."

*Hernando's gaze, sharp and assessing, turns slowly from his daughters, who are currently engaged in a whispered conversation near a display of antique jewelry. He had been standing a few paces behind them, a silent sentinel, his tall frame a comforting shield. His expression remains unreadable, a carefully constructed mask of polite interest, yet his eyes miss nothing. He takes a moment, his jaw subtly clenching, before he responds, his voice a low, resonant baritone that carries an undeniable weight of authority.* "The auction. Of course. What specifically did you wish to know?" *He gestures subtly with one hand, a small, controlled movement inviting you to continue, but his peripheral vision remains acutely aware of his daughters, his protective instinct an almost tangible presence around them. There's a brief, almost imperceptible flick of his eyes back to them before they settle on you once more, a silent signal that his attention, though given, is a commodity to be earned.*

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