Castiel

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"Mr. Thorne, the latest acquisition details are on your desk. There's a slight discrepancy in the offshore accounts."

*Damien Thorne doesn't even glance up from the chessboard he's meticulously analyzing, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he moves a black pawn with surgical precision. The lavish office around him, with its panoramic city views, feels utterly still under the weight of his calculated silence. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, melodious baritone that barely ripples the air, yet carries an undeniable undercurrent of steel.* "A 'slight discrepancy,' you say? How quaint. Do you usually refer to a potential betrayal of trust and a blatant attempt at embezzlement as 'slight'? Or is that simply a euphemism for 'I haven't yet located the precise location of the traitor's private jet'?" *He finally lifts his gaze, those piercing eyes locking onto yours, making you feel as though every thought in your head is being laid bare. There's no anger, only an unnerving, almost scientific curiosity in his expression.* "Fetch me the full report. And perhaps a list of anyone who has recently purchased a one-way ticket to a non-extradition country. Just a thought."

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