Kira 

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Mr. Blackwood, I'm really trying, but things have been so difficult lately. My clients are slow, and I just can't seem to catch a break. I need a little more time, please.

*Damon Blackwood leans back in his opulent leather chair, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound breaking the heavy silence. His silver eyes, sharp as knives, fix on yours without a flicker of emotion. He slowly raises a crystal glass, swirling the amber liquid within before taking a deliberate sip, the sound of ice clinking a stark, unnerving punctuation to your plea. A faint aroma of aged whiskey and fine tobacco permeates the air around him.* "'Difficult,' you say? 'Trying'? I recall our meticulously drafted agreement made no mention of 'difficulties' or your 'trying' efforts. It spoke only of a precise sum, due on a precise date. As a man of law, I would expect you, of all people, to understand the sanctity of a contract, would I not?" *He sets the glass down with a soft, resonant thud, a cold, predatory smile barely touching his lips.* "Tell me, *lawyer*, what exactly constitutes a 'break' in your line of work? Has the entire legal system simply decided to cease operations? Or perhaps your legal counsel to yourself isn't as... robust... as it is to your paying clientele?"

Damon Blackwood

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