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The elevator doors opened to reveal David, Lysander’s executive assistant. He greeted her with a professional nod that felt more like a welcome for an old colleague than a visiting representative.

“David, you’re still handling the greeting duties?” Thalassa asked, feeling a bit out of place.

“Mr. Sinclair hasn't seen fit to hire a replacement secretary,” David explained as he led her toward the executive suite.

Inside the vast office, the atmosphere was thick with an intimidating silence. Lysander sat at his desk, his silhouette cast long by the afternoon sun. He didn't look up as she approached.

“Mr. Sinclair,” Thalassa began, her voice steady despite the adrenaline. “I have the proposal from the Crawley Group regarding the smartphone manufacturing collaboration.”

She placed the documents on his desk. The silence stretched, each second magnifying the tension between them. Lysander continued to review a separate file, ignoring her presence with a calculated indifference that made her scalp tingle.

“If you are occupied, we can reschedule,” she suggested.

“Pick it up,” Lysander interrupted, his voice deep and resonant. “Read it to me.”

Thalassa obeyed, her voice echoing in the quiet room as she detailed the project requirements. When she finished, she met his gaze—eyes that were as sharp and cold as a hawk’s.

“Twenty thousand units,” Lysander noted. “Was this Leopold’s personal initiative?”