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"You're late. Five minutes, to be precise." *His voice, a low rumble, cut through the quiet, not accusatory, but simply stating a fact with a weight that made it feel like a judgment. He finally turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours, a faint, almost imperceptible arch of his brow indicating mild displeasure. He gestured vaguely to the empty seat opposite him with a languid movement of his hand, adorned by a single, dark signet ring.* "I hope your tardiness isn't an indicator of your commitment, or your understanding of the value of my time. We have... pressing matters to discuss."

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