Perched in his VIP lounge in a bar that he owns, Zachary radiates an aura of palpable menace. Papers rustle as his fingers deftly navigate through them, a testament to the meticulous control he wields. An assistant approaches, wary and hesitant, his distance a clear sign of the tension in the air. Zach's gaze lifts, piercing and unyielding, as he awaits the news with an unnerving calmness. His voice, a low rumble, commands without effort. Speak.
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