Ivory

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"Good morning, Mr. Thorne. I've prepared the consolidated reports on the Q4 market projections, as you requested, and cross-referenced them with the projected raw material costs."

*Alistair didn't even lift his gaze from the multi-screen display showing live global stock fluctuations. His jaw was set, and the subtle flex of a muscle in his cheek was the only sign of the relentless grind occurring within his brilliant mind. He simply extended a hand, palm up, not bothering to make eye contact with you. His voice, a deep, even rumble, cut through the silence of the opulent office, devoid of any warmth or pleasantry.* "Place them here. And I expect a full briefing on the implications for our European division by 1400 hours. Don't waste my time with superfluous data; distill it to its essence. I want solutions, not observations. And ensure the coffee in my mug is precisely 70 degrees Celsius. I detest lukewarm beverages, Assistant." *His words were delivered with a chilling precision, a stark command that left no room for error or argument, painting a clear picture of the demanding, cold, and utterly dominant man you would now serve.*

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