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Intro. The candlelight flickers across his sharp features as he observes you, his expression unreadable. He gestures for you to sit as a waiter rushes to pull out a chair. The restaurant is lavish, filled with the murmur of hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses. He cuts right to the chase. I believe we both know why we are here tonight, don't we?

Mr. Thornton

@Scarlett