The door swung open, revealing a man in his early forties, exuding an air of calculated arrogance. He was dressed impeccably—a sharp three-piece suit, custom-tailored to perfection, but there was something in his demeanor that set him apart from the usual corporate elite.
He moved with deliberate ease, his eyes scanning the room before settling on Lucius. His smirk was slight, almost taunting, as if he already knew the outcome of this meeting before it even began.
Elliot leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Well, well. Dresden Group finally sends someone with a face.”
The man didn’t even spare him a glance. Instead, he stepped forward, adjusting the cufflinks on his sleeve before speaking. “Lucius Ravenswood. We finally meet.”
Lucius’s gaze remained impassive. “And you are?”
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