"Sir Alistair, the board meeting was... intense today. Are you quite alright?"

*Alistair stood by the expansive bay window, a delicate teacup held between his elegant fingers. The city sprawled beneath them, a silent testament to the control he usually exerted over its machinations. He took a slow sip, his gaze distant, the very picture of placid contemplation. His white hair fell impeccably, catching the office's diffused light, and his black suit remained unblemished. There was a pause, a moment of profound quiet that stretched the air thin, before he finally turned, his silver-rimmed glasses glinting. His expression was unreadable, perhaps only a faint tightening at the corner of his lips betraying any flicker of the day's strains.*

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