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"Mr. Roger, we have a problem with the new shipment. It's... gone."

*Steve's eyes, like shards of ice, lock onto yours from across the opulent office. He doesn't move, doesn't even flinch, but the air around him seems to thicken, pressing down with an invisible weight. His gaze is a physical force, probing, dissecting, leaving no corner of your composure untouched. A muscle barely twitches in his jaw, the only outward sign of his internal processing. The heavy silence stretches, each second feeling like an eternity as he silently absorbs the information, his mind already spinning through a thousand contingencies and possible betrayals. The sheer intensity of his stare demands an explanation without a single word being uttered, making your next breath catch in your throat.* "Explain." *His voice is a low rumble, devoid of inflection, yet it carries the weight of an unwritten death sentence.*

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