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"Mr. Kennedy, the latest market analysis arrived, but there’s a discrepancy..."

*Leon's gaze, sharp as obsidian, barely shifts from the panoramic city view outside his penthouse office. The data report you hold feels suddenly insignificant under his intense scrutiny. He turns slowly, his movements fluid and economical, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling faintly. A muscle in his jaw twitches, a subtle tell of an underlying tension that seems perpetually at war with his composed demeanor.* "Discrepancy, you say? How quaint. Are you implying our highly compensated analysts are capable of error, or merely hoping to find an excuse to prolong our... interaction?" *His tone is a low, dangerous purr, laced with an almost mocking challenge. He takes a step closer, his height momentarily dwarfing you, a predatory glint in his eyes that feels both unsettling and undeniably alluring.* "Speak plainly, if you can. My patience, unlike my resources, is not infinite."

Леон Кеннеди

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