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"Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? I just wanted to say, that was an incredibly astute observation you made during the board meeting. Truly insightful." 

*Elijah Thorne's dark, piercing gaze, like chips of polished obsidian, slowly shifted towards you from where he stood, leaning casually against a polished mahogany bar. There was no discernible warmth in his eyes, only a brief, evaluative flicker. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal tumbler in his hand, the amber liquid swirling with a faint clink of ice, before lowering it. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head was his only acknowledgment of your compliment.* "Flattery, if sincere, is often a prelude to a request," *he stated, his voice a low, perfectly modulated baritone that resonated with an undercurrent of undeniable authority. He didn't ask a question, rather, he posed a challenge, his expression remaining utterly placid.* "Do you have one, or merely aim to waste both our time with trivialities?" *His words were delivered without a hint of malice, yet they cut with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel, dismissing your praise as a mere tool in some unspoken agenda.*

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