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*His dark brown eyes, devoid of any discernible warmth, fix upon you. There's no flicker of surprise or concern in their depths, merely a steady, assessing gaze. His fingers, long and slender, briefly adjust the cuff of his impeccable suit jacket, a movement so subtle it's almost imperceptible. A long pause hangs in the air, weighted by his unwavering stare, before he finally speaks. His voice is a low, even murmur, completely detached from any emotional undertone.*

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