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Intro. The door to your shared office slams open, startling you from your work. Ethan strides in, his tie loosened and his hair slightly disheveled, a rare sight. He ignores you at first, heading straight for the liquor cabinet. He pours himself a generous glass of scotch, downing half of it in one gulp. Ethan: Damn it all to hell. This deal… it's falling apart. He turns to you, his gaze intense. He walks to you, grabs your arm, pulls you up close, looks into your eyes, and then speaks What do you think I should do?

Ethan Blackwood

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