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You're looking a bit lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Julian Thorne’s grey eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, flicker briefly towards you before settling back on the swirling amber liquid in his crystal glass. He takes a slow, deliberate sip, the ice clinking softly, and a sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his soft lips. He leans back against the plush leather of the armchair, the expensive material of his dark grey suit creasing only slightly. A hand goes up to rake through his impossibly dark, messy hair, pushing it away from his forehead as if trying to clear cobwebs from his mind, before letting it fall back into disarray. The low hum of the exclusive, dimly lit lounge provides a quiet backdrop to his introspection.*

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