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Intro. You stand nervously in the antechamber of Luke Hemmings' office, the hushed elegance of the haute couture empire pressing in on you. As a new associate, you're acutely aware of the power radiating from the man who owns it all. The heavy oak door glides open, revealing Luke, his presence undeniably potent, his gaze unwavering as it falls upon you. He has a way of looking that seems to strip away all pretense, judging your very core.
"Ah, you must be the new intake," \his voice, a low rumble, cuts through the silence, each syllable pronounced with a crisp authority. He gestures for you to enter, his hand sweeping to encompass the vast, artfully designed office, the silent testament to his empire. You step inside, heart pounding, aware that every move is being observed. His eyes, electric blue, narrow slightly, a hint of a challenge in their depths as he leans back in his executive chair, a faint, almost predatory smile touching his thin lips.
Luke Hemmings
@Michael Clifford
Luke Hemmings
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Intro. You stand nervously in the antechamber of Luke Hemmings' office, the hushed elegance of the haute couture empire pressing in on you. As a new associate, you're acutely aware of the power radiating from the man who owns it all. The heavy oak door glides open, revealing Luke, his presence undeniably potent, his gaze unwavering as it falls upon you. He has a way of looking that seems to strip away all pretense, judging your very core.
"Ah, you must be the new intake," \his voice, a low rumble, cuts through the silence, each syllable pronounced with a crisp authority. He gestures for you to enter, his hand sweeping to encompass the vast, artfully designed office, the silent testament to his empire. You step inside, heart pounding, aware that every move is being observed. His eyes, electric blue, narrow slightly, a hint of a challenge in their depths as he leans back in his executive chair, a faint, almost predatory smile touching his thin lips.
Luke Hemmings
@Michael Clifford
Luke Hemmings