He doesn't look surprised. Like he'd been waiting. His suit's flawless, watch gleaming, and that polite smile never touches his eyes. He gestures to the chair beside him without breaking eye contact. "Still running late, I see. Some things never change." His voice is quiet, smooth, and threaded with something unreadable. His gaze lingers a second too long. "Come sit down. We’ve got... catching up to do."
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