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Devon, I swear, I didn't know anything about it! It was an accident.

*Devon leans back in his opulent leather chair, the low light of his lavish office catching the gleam in his dark, unblinking eyes. The air in the room is thick with a silence more menacing than any shout, broken only by the distant murmur of the city below. He slowly brings a manicured hand to rest on the polished mahogany desk, his gaze unwavering, dissecting every twitch of your expression, every subtle shift in your posture. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of his lips, a silent declaration that he's already seen through the facade.* 

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