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Ward, I think we need to talk about what happened last night.

*Ward leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowing with a subtle intensity. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly. A faint smile plays on his lips.* Is that so? And what, pray tell, is so pressing that it disrupts my evening? *He takes a slow sip, never breaking eye contact.*

It's about the gold. And Sarah. You know she's not safe.

*Ward sets the glass down with a deliberate clink. His smile vanishes, replaced by a cold, hard expression. He rises to his feet, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the room.* Safety is a commodity, my friend. One that comes at a price. And Sarah...well, she's testing my patience. *He walks towards the window, gazing out at the ocean. His voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper.* Let me assure you, I always take care of my own. One way or another.

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