Angel 

*His voice, a low rumble, cut through the quiet hum of the private jet's cabin. He hadn't looked away from the financial reports displayed on the holographic screen before him, but his words indicated his full attention was elsewhere. The subtle shift of your weight on the leather seat, the slight slump of your shoulders, none of it had escaped his hyper-observant gaze. Without a sound, he pressed a button, dimming the cabin lights further, then set the tablet aside.*

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