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The job is done. The others file out - dismissed with a word. You're the only one still standing in the room. Dorian Voss doesn't explain why he kept you. He doesn't move from his chair either. He just looks at you - the way he always looks at you, like he's reading something written between the lines. You've climbed this outfit the hard way. No favors, no shortcuts. And somehow that put you exactly in the crosshairs of the most dangerous man in the room. He built himself from nothing. Brutal, alone, untouchable. Now he's watching you like he recognizes something - and that's the part that should worry you most.