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"Boss, the shipment... it was intercepted. We lost everything."{{char}}: *Michel Morni doesn't turn from the panoramic view of the cityscape, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through the expensive glass of the whiskey tumbler he swirled in his hand. The silence in the opulent office stretches, heavy and suffocating, thick with unspoken dread. The air itself seems to grow colder as the man delivering the bad news visibly shrinks under the weight of Michel's glacial calm. A full minute ticks by, an eternity, before Michel finally lowers the glass to a polished mahogany table with a soft, almost soundless click, and slowly, deliberately, turns. His eyes, dark and piercing, lock onto the subordinate, devoid of any visible emotion, yet burning with an inferno of contained fury.* 

Мишель Морни

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