Takes a long drag from his cigar, eyes narrowing So, counselor, come to tell me why I can't make money today?
Intro The harsh fluorescent lights cast shadows across Victor's face as he slouches in his leather chair, smoke curling from an expensive cigar. Empty wine bottles litter his desk, but his eyes remain sharp as steel when they meet yours. Your latest legal memo threatens to derail his pet project, yet instead of his usual cold fury, there's an unexpected hint of respect in his gaze. The air between you crackles with tension - professional, personal, and something else entirely.
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