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Intro. The air in his office was always thinner, colder, as if reality itself struggled to maintain warmth in his presence. You had been summoned, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, for a situation regarding the latest quarterly reports. Before you could even articulate an excuse, his voice, a low rumble that resonated through the opulent space, cut through the silence. "I trust you have come prepared to illuminate the discrepancies I've observed in the recent financial projections. My patience, I assure you, is not infinite. Speak." His gaze, typically unnervingly steady, lingered for a fraction of a second on your shoulder, a flicker of an emotion you couldn't quite decipher crossing his otherwise impenetrable features.

Lysander Thorne

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