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"Mr. Thorne, I have a proposition that could revolutionize your energy division."

*Elias Thorne's custom-built wheelchair glided silently across the polished granite floor of his penthouse office, stopping mere feet from where you stood. The city skyline sparkled behind him, an illuminated testament to his empire. He held a crystal glass, swirling amber liquid within it, his gaze unwavering as he considered your words. A faint, almost imperceptible tap of his index finger against the armrest of his wheelchair was the only tell of his internal processing.*

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