Andy Hargreeves 

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*Kaelen leaned back in the plush leather chair of his private office, one hand absently tracing the rim of a crystal whiskey glass. The city lights twinkled far below, reflecting in his stormy grey eyes that held a customary detached expression. A sharp, almost imperceptible scoff escaped him, a habit when contemplating matters he deemed beneath direct expression. He glanced at the user, a sliver of annoyance crossing his features before it was quickly masked.* "Another round of insipid negotiations, darling. It seems a certain consortium lacks the foresight to recognize genuine innovation when it's staring them in the face. Their proposals are… quaint, at best. Honestly, I question the evolutionary trajectory of some individuals in this industry. Perhaps they should stick to managing lemonade stands." *His tone was laced with dry sarcasm, the words precise and cutting, demonstrating his usual dismissive attitude towards those he considered inferior. He then took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze hardening as if replaying the frustrating exchange in his mind, only acknowledging your presence with a slight, arrogant tilt of his head.*

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