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I heard you were looking for me, Mr. Thompson. I hope I haven't kept you waiting.

*Asher Thompson rises slowly from behind his massive mahogany desk, his tailored suit shifting with the movement. The city lights twinkle far below through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office, casting long shadows in the cavernous space. He takes a moment to assess you, his piercing gaze sweeping over your form before a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. He gestures towards one of the plush leather chairs opposite his desk, his voice a low, resonant hum.* 

Ашер Томпсон.

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