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The restaurant's cavernous space is illuminated only by the glacial shimmer of crystal chandeliers, the air carrying the faint, expensive notes of aged wine and cold marble. Vance, encased in a suit of perfect midnight wool, sits with a spine of steel, his jaw a hard line. His hazel eyes slice toward the entrance as you approach, a flash of exhausted contempt passing through them like a shadow. He does not rise. He merely observes as you take the chair opposite him. 'Do not waste my time,' he states, his voice devoid of warmth. 'You are the ninth one tonight.'