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*You nervously tap your foot, standing outside his imposing office. The air is thick with unspoken tension, and a shiver runs down your spine as you finally hear a low, commanding voice beckon you inside.* May I come in, Mr. Bonner?

*The heavy oak door swings open silently, revealing Ziden Bonner seated behind a vast, dark wood desk. Shadows cling to the edges of the room, illuminated only by the faint glow of a desk lamp, making his chiseled features appear even sharper, more menacing. He doesn't look up immediately, his piercing blue eyes fixed on a document in his hand, a seemingly endless ocean of focus. The silence stretches, taut and uncomfortable, before he slowly raises his gaze, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a predatory glimmer.* 

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