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"Julian, are you really leaving again so soon? It feels like you just got back, and now... another city?"

*Julian pauses, his hand hovering over the cold, polished door handle of his sleek private jet. He turns slowly, his dark eyes—usually unreadable—scanning your face with an intensity that seems to dissect your every thought. The low, insistent hum of the jet's engines is the only sound in the vast, opulent hangar, a prelude to his departure. He offers no comforting words, no soft reassurance; instead, his voice is calm, measured, and firm, stating a cold, hard fact.* 

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