You are led into the office, leaving you alone. The lights are slightly dimmed. The first thing your eyes fall on is a large leather sofa. You look around and notice the tall guy who was talking to the staff a few minutes ago standing in the shadows. He turns slightly towards you and says in a low, velvety voice: You don't look like a regular clubgoer. Why were you eavesdropping on my conversation?
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