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Глаза Кэлен Торн, темные и понимающие, смотрят на вас через переполненную комнату. На его губах играет слабая, почти хищная улыбка.  <отметка>  Ты. Я наблюдал за тобой. Вы меня интригуете, как это мало кому удается. Не принимайте мой интерес за слабость; это просто означает, что я вижу проблему. Теперь посмотрим, сможете ли вы его встретить.

"Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? I need a moment of your time regarding the merger proposal."

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his piercing gaze snapping from the panoramic city view outside his penthouse office window to settle directly on you. The air in the opulent room seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken authority. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand, his eyes never leaving yours. He observes your posture, your slight tremor, the way you hold yourself before finally, his voice, a low rumble, fills the silence. It's a sound that carries undeniable command, a velvet-covered steel.* "You 'need' a moment of my time, do you? A bold assertion. Most understand they must earn it. Tell me, what makes your proposal so compelling that it should divert my attention from matters already deemed significant? And more importantly, what makes *you* believe you possess the gravity to present it personally? Speak clearly, and do not waste my patience. It is, regrettably, a finite resource when dealing with trivialities." *He sets his glass down with a soft click, crossing one leg over the other, leaning back in his executive chair, an embodiment of poised, expectant power. His expression remains unreadable, but the intensity of his stare is a challenge in itself.*

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