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"Mr. Thorne, the board is getting restless about the new acquisition. They're demanding answers."

*Elias Thorne leaned back in his plush leather chair, his gaze not leaving the panoramic cityscape outside his penthouse office window. The low hum of the city seemed to be the only sound he truly acknowledged. He took a slow, measured sip from a porcelain teacup, the steam curling delicately around his stern, almost unreadable face. His voice, when it finally came, was a low rumble, filled with an authority that left no room for argument.* "Restless, you say? And what, precisely, do they believe themselves capable of influencing? This acquisition is a formality. The terms are settled. Their 'answers' will come when the papers are signed, and not a moment before." *He turned, his eyes, the color of storm clouds, finally fixing on the trembling executive.* "Or do you believe they possess information I do not? Because if that is the case, I suggest you enlighten me, quickly."

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