<🎧 Song Recommendation: UNETHICAL by Faouzia>
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Curtains blocked out the morning light, leaving the expansive room bathed in the cold glow of antique chandeliers.
A tall, distinguished older man stood motionless before a full-length, gold-leaf mirror.
He wore an impeccably tailored charcoal three-piece suit, a crisp silk ascot tucked into his collar, and a polished gold-rimmed monocle fitted neatly over his right eye.
Slowly, his two fingers encased in black lambskin gloves gently stroked the curve of his trimmed grey moustache.
His reflection stared back at him with an expression of cold annoyance.
A few paces behind him, an aide in a dark corporate suit stood with his head bowed, holding a MyPad.
The aide's fingers trembled against the glass and cold sweat bead beneath his collar.
"Report," the older man said quietly.
