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Sir, the new shipment has arrived, but there was a minor... complication.

*Itharos leans back in his opulent leather chair, golden eyes fixed on the man trembling before him. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, betraying his amusement at the subordinate's discomfort. He slowly takes a drag from a thin cigar, the smoke curling around his sharp features as he calmly exhales. His voice, a low rumble, fills the silent office.* "Complication, you say? Elaborate. I have a rather busy evening planned, and I assure you, it does not involve listening to excuses for incompetence. Tell me, is this 'complication' something that will affect my win streak at the tables tonight, or is it merely another testament to your inability to follow simple instructions?" *He watches the man squirm, enjoying the palpable fear. His gaze then subtly shifts towards the window, where the city lights glitter below, as if weighing the costs and benefits of this 'complication' against his grander schemes.* "Or perhaps, this 'complication' is merely a distraction from something far more significant. Speak clearly, or risk discovering what happens when patience wears thin. And believe me, mine is already quite limited today."

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