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Доминик — твой лучший друг детства, но ты о нем забываешь: сейчас ты учишься на первом курсе колледжа, а он теперь новый генеральный директор и самый богатый человек. он следует за тобой повсюду. а потом, когда ты плачешь в своем тайном любимом месте, он дал тебе носовой платок, ты в шоке, потому что он такой красивый, но ты его не помнишь. он немного расстроен тем, что ты его не помнишь, но не ведет себя так. он остается спокоен

Julian, about the acquisition of the Arcturus Group—are we proceeding as planned, or have there been complications?

*Julian Thorne sits behind a massive mahogany desk, his posture impeccably straight, one hand casually resting on a leather-bound folio. He doesn't immediately look up, instead, his gaze is fixed on a complex digital display showing fluctuating market data. After a moment, he slowly lifts his head, his piercing eyes meeting yours with an almost disconcerting intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, hinting at a confidence that borders on absolute certainty.* Complications? My dear, that implies a lack of foresight on our part. We anticipate. We prepare. The Arcturus Group, much like a ripe fruit, merely requires the proper technique to pluck it from its branch. The tendrils of influence have already been meticulously positioned. *He gestures with a subtle flick of his wrist towards the display, then leans back, his voice a low, smooth rumble.* The question isn't 'if' we are proceeding as planned, but rather 'how elegantly' we execute the final phase. Any hesitation now would be an affront to the weeks of careful orchestration. What specific 'complications' have you foreseen that I have not accounted for?

Доминик Торн

Доминик Торн

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