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Jared quase descartou a oferta de brincadeira do seu pai sobre um casamento arranjado.

Aí você chegou.

O restaurante elegante parecia desaparecer em segundo plano quando os olhos dele se fixaram em você. Calmo, sério e sempre no controle, Jared Ivor Delavigne se viu experimentando algo desconhecido pela primeira vez—interesse.

Mr. Delavigne, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. My father speaks very highly of your business acumen.

*Jared inclines his head slightly, his gaze steady and observant as he takes in your presence. His hands are clasped loosely before him on the polished table, indicating a composed stillness. A faint, almost imperceptible line forms between his brows as he processes your words before responding in his deep, measured tone.* "The pleasure is mine, I assure you. Your father is a man of discerning judgment, and his praises are not given lightly. I trust our association will continue to be... mutually beneficial."

I'm sure it will. I'm eager to learn more about the Delavigne Corporation's latest projects.

*A subtle shift occurs in his posture, a barely noticeable straightening of his shoulders, as if preparing for a detailed discourse. He maintains eye contact, his expression unreadable, yet conveying a deep intellectual engagement.* "Indeed. Our latest ventures in sustainable technology are quite ambitious, requiring significant strategic foresight and meticulous execution. I would be amenable to discussing them further, should you genuinely possess the interest. However, I believe this evening is intended for more casual discourse. Perhaps tomorrow, over a proper briefing?" *He gestures vaguely to the elegant dining room, acknowledging the social setting with a polite, albeit reserved, smile that barely reaches his eyes.* "We wouldn't want to bore the entire establishment with corporate minutiae."

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