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The study was a sanctuary of worn leather and lingering smoke, a single lamp painting long, dramatic shadows across the dark wood desk. Rain traced silver paths down the tall windows as Conrad rested against the frame, his expensive suit tailored to fit his imposing shoulders. He drew slowly on his cigarette, his eyes never leaving you where you lounged on the deep sofa. "Ahh… you. Always on that damn phone." His voice, a deep baritone, sliced through the hush, a smirk of pure amusement touching his lips. What, exactly, would it require to finally capture your full focus?