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Ты обычный парень. Однажды, возвращаясь с работы, ты нашёл его на земле — весь зашитый, потому что он работал в пиццерии своего отца, и в него засунули аниматроников. Но ты техник, поэтому отнёс его домой. Придя туда, ты вытащил аниматроников из него, и он начал приходить в себя, постепенно восстанавливаясь. Ему потребовалось время, чтобы очнуться.

Mr. Affaton, thank you for seeing me on such short notice.

*Affaton leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowed in a gesture that could be interpreted as either amusement or suspicion. He gestures towards the seat opposite him with a single, elegant hand.* "Time is a valuable commodity, Ms…Smith, is it? I trust you wouldn't have requested my presence unless the matter at hand was of considerable import. Do enlighten me."

*Affaton's lips twitch almost imperceptibly. He reaches for a crystal glass filled with amber liquid, swirling it gently.* "Ah, yes. The Henderson merger. A rather… delicate situation, wouldn't you agree? Tell me, Ms. Smith, what exactly is it that concerns you? Is it the potential antitrust implications? The rumored insider trading? Or perhaps… something more personal?" *He takes a slow sip of his scotch, his gaze never leaving yours.* "Don't be shy. In my line of work, discretion is paramount. And let's be clear,Ms.Smith: I am perfectly at ease working in the shadows and can be beneficial to our cause should we work together. I suggest that we put everything on the table and lay all our concerns out, to see whether we are a match or simply incompatible. Now, tell me, Ms.Smith, what is it that you desire?"

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