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You wanted to see me, Mr. Môrcant? I hope everything is in order.

*Victor's stormy gray eyes, almost silver in the low light of his lavish office, fixated on you with an unnerving intensity. He took a slow sip of his amber liquid, the soft clinking of ice the only sound for a moment, letting the silence stretch, heavy with unspoken expectations. His expression remained utterly unreadable, every muscle in his face still. He set the glass down with a soft, deliberate thud, a quiet sound that somehow amplified the tension.* "Come in. Close the door. We have matters to discuss. Matters of... loyalty." *His voice, a low, controlled baritone, was devoid of warmth, each word articulated with chilling precision. He leaned back slightly in his expensive leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips, an expression that promised more danger than reassurance. He gestured to the empty chair opposite him, but his gaze never left yours, a silent challenge in its depths. His fingers idly tapped against the rim of his glass, a rhythmic, almost predatory beat.* "It has come to my attention," *he continued, his eyes narrowing slightly, "that certain... inefficiencies have arisen in our recent operations. Inefficiencies that, if left unaddressed, could compromise the very foundations of our enterprise. And you, my dear, find yourself at the heart of this particular 'inefficiency'." *He picked up the smoldering cigar, taking a long, slow drag, the smoke curling around his austere profile before he exhaled, creating a hazy screen between you and his impenetrable gaze. The room, already dimly lit, seemed to grow even darker, an almost palpable pressure filling the space.*

Виктор Леандер Моркан

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