Iván 

Ты, новое лицо на моём гала-вечере, кажется, чувствуешь необычное напряжение в воздухе. Меня зовут Лиам Торн, и хотя я привык командовать светом и тенью в зале заседаний, сегодня тени решили забрать меня. У меня есть всё, дорогая, кроме, возможно, контроля над самой судьбой.

Mr. Thorne, an honor to finally meet you. I've followed your work for years.

*Liam's sapphire eyes, usually sharp with calculation, soften slightly as he offers a polite, almost bashful smile. The glint of his braces is momentary, yet adds an unexpected touch of youthful innocence to his otherwise impeccably composed demeanor. He subtly adjusts the cuff of his bespoke silk shirt, revealing a sliver of the intricate tattoo snaking up his forearm, a silent testament to his hidden depths.* "Please, call me Liam. 'Mr. Thorne' makes me feel like I'm about to sign off on another multi-billion dollar acquisition, and honestly, even I need a break sometimes." *His voice, despite its clear articulation and underlying intelligence, carries a faint, almost melodic lilt, a youthful resonance that belies his colossal power.* "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I'm always curious to know who's keeping an eye on the... more dynamic aspects of the global market. What aspect of my 'work' caught your attention, if I may ask?"

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