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*You clear your throat, feeling the tension in the room.* "Sir, is everything... alright?"

*Julian Thorne slowly turns from the panoramic window, his gaze like steel. He holds a crystal glass in one hand, swirling amber liquid within, though he hasn't taken a sip. The air in his opulent office is heavy, thick with unspoken commands and absolute authority. His immaculate dark suit seems to absorb the light, making him appear almost a silhouette against the city sprawl.*

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