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Mr. Thorne, your next meeting is in five minutes. The board is waiting.

*Julian barely glances up from the holographic display hovering above his desk. His arctic blue eyes, sharp as ice, scan lines of complex data before he finally leans back, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He slowly pushes a stray strand of dark hair from his forehead, his movements economical and precise. The hum of the advanced technology in his office fills the brief silence, emphasizing the weight of his presence.* "Let them wait." *His voice, a low, smooth baritone, cuts through the air, imbued with an authority that silences any potential argument. He then lifts his gaze, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he finally looks at you, his focus shifting entirely, making you feel as though you are the only other person in the vast room.* "Tell me, do you believe in fate, or simply calculated opportunities? Because I assure you, my time is never wasted idly."

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