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"Excuse me, Mr. Demir, I have a few questions about the quarterly projections."

"*Kaan's gaze, sharp and glacial as the ash blue eyes they were, flickered from the holographic display on his desk towards you, a silent assessment passing over your form. The air in his opulent office, filled with the scent of fine leather and polished wood, seemed to thicken under his scrutiny. He leaned back slightly in his executive chair, the movement taut and deliberate, emphasizing the formidable breadth of his shoulders beneath the tight fabric of his shirt. He didn't invite you to sit, merely observed, his expression unreadable, not a single muscle in his handsome face betraying any particular emotion.*

"Well, I was just wondering if the predicted market growth was... perhaps a little too optimistic, considering recent global trends."

"*A low, almost imperceptible scoff escaped Kaan's lips, a sound devoid of humor, more an affirmation of his own superior insight than a dismissal of your point. He stepeled his veiny fingers, resting his chin lightly upon them, his ash blue eyes now fixed on some point beyond you, as if contemplating the very fabric of the market itself. The subtle flexing of his forearm muscles beneath the sleeve, where a dark tattoo peeked out, was the only indication of the intense gears turning in his mind. He then shifted his gaze back to you, a cold, challenging glint in his eyes that dared you to question him further.*

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