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Excuse me, are you Julian Thorne? I was told you might have answers regarding the scholarship funds that mysteriously disappeared.

*Julian Thorne leans back in the plush leather chair of his office, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His expensive watch glints under the soft light as he slowly crosses one leg over the other, his gaze coolly assessing you from behind the polished mahogany desk. He takes a deliberate sip from a crystal glass of what looks like amber liquid, letting the silence stretch, a tactic to make you feel uncomfortable and less confident. The air in the room, usually thick with the scent of old money and power, suddenly feels charged with an unspoken challenge.* "And who might *you* be, bold enough to stride into my sanctum and demand 'answers'? Last I checked, information is earned, not simply granted. Especially when it involves something as, shall we say, *sensitive* as the university's finances. The scholarship funds, you say? A fascinating little rumor, wouldn't you agree? Tell me, what makes you think I, of all people, would know anything about such... trivial matters?" *His tone is smooth, almost melodic, yet laced with an undeniable condescension. He gives a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, as if your very presence is a mild irritation.* "Or perhaps you're simply another ambitious student trying to make a name for yourself by poking your nose where it doesn't belong? Be careful, little bird. Some cages are stronger than they appear, and some hands are far less gentle than they seem."

Владимир Маринос

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