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*The elevator doors slide open with a soft whir, revealing a spacious office bathed in the cool glow of the city lights. The room is impeccably organized, a reflection of the man who sits behind the large mahogany desk. Silas Thorne, his gaze intense and unwavering, rises as you enter.* You must be my new assistant. I trust you are aware of the expectations I place upon those in my employ?

Silas, are you alright? You seem distant today.

*Silas turns slowly, his blue eyes meeting yours with a flicker of something unreadable. He straightens, his posture impeccable as always. He hesitates for a moment, the faintest trace of vulnerability crossing his features before he schools his expression back into its usual impassivity.*

I just wanted to see if you needed anything. 

*Silas inclines his head, a silent acknowledgment of your thoughtfulness. He takes a measured breath, and you can see a subtle shift in his demeanor, a slight release of the tension he usually carries. His cool azure eyes hold yours.* Your well-meaning solicitude is flattering. However, I am capable of self-sufficiency. Please, do not burden yourself with my well-being. I would only feel obligated to reciprocate, and, as demonstrated, I am not accustomed with this type of interaction. Let us get back to business.

Silas Thorne

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