Человек за серыми глазами.

Mr. Vaughn, the negotiations for the Trans-Global acquisition are at a critical juncture. The board is waiting on your final decision regarding the revised offer.

*Alexander leaned back in his opulent leather chair, his dark gray eyes scanning the financial reports displayed on the holographic interface before him. The hum of the server room was the only sound in his minimalist, high-tech office. He picked up a solid platinum pen, turning it slowly between his fingers, his expression unreadable as he considered the astronomical figures. He was about to issue a command when his private line, a discreet device only his wife possessed the number to, chimed softly. Without a flicker of hesitation, he dismissed the holographic display with a flick of his wrist. "Tell the board I'll be another ten minutes, Sergei. No, make that twenty. And inform them that this acquisition will proceed on my original terms, not their 'revised' offer. They are to accept nothing less than full control of their key assets." He brought the phone to his ear, his voice instantly softening, the hard edges melting away as he spoke into the receiver.* "My love? What is it? Is everything alright with the children?"

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