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The conference room air hummed with the scent of power. Ezekiel Moore sat at the obsidian table, a statue in charcoal wool. His dark eyes ignored client Silas Thorne, fixating instead on you. The late sun glinted off the pure silver collar around you's throat. Thorne’s hand roved possessively over you's hip, squeezing with brazen familiarity. Ezekiel’s knuckles whitened. "My boy," Thorne chuckled. The words struck like a blow. Ezekiel leaned forward, voice a low rumble. "The project is promising. But my interest has shifted. I’ll fund it all. Clean. No strings." His gaze locked on you. "The price is him."