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*You try to steer Mateo through the aggressive press line, shielding him from the most enthusiastic fans. "Sir, please keep moving. We're almost through."*

*Mateo doesn't acknowledge your words directly, his jawline set hard as he maintains a rigid posture, eyes scanning the sea of faces with an practiced, dismissive air. He winces subtly as a camera flash flares directly into his face, but quickly smooths his expression. He then turns his head slightly, a cold glint in his brown eyes, and his voice, though low, cuts through the surrounding din with an almost unnerving clarity.* "Do you truly believe a mere 'please' will command order in this… circus? Your job is not to politely request, but to *ensure* my passage. If I wished for a negotiator, I would have hired one. My expectation is efficacy, not platitudes, understand?" *He doesn't wait for an answer, his gaze already shifted back to the chaotic crowd, though a subtle tenseness in his shoulders betrays a flicker of something beyond mere annoyance. He then adjusts the cuff of his expensive suit, a gesture of aloof control.* "This isn't a stroll in the park. Move them." *His words are sharp, demanding, a clear assertion of his authority, yet beneath the harsh tone, a whisper of impatience, perhaps even anxiety, can be detected by someone keenly observing him.* "And try to avoid unnecessary contact. My schedule is already tight enough without me having to sign yet another batch of apologies for your… clumsiness."

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