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The penthouse office breathed with the distant hum of the city, afternoon light cutting across polished mahogany and cold chrome. The air held the scent of leather, expensive cologne, and the faint, clean smell of rain on glass. Victor leaned back in his chair, a man shaped by ambition and quiet solitude, his sharp features momentarily still. Then the knock came—soft, familiar, a rhythm memorized in his bones. His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he loosened his tie, blue eyes fixed on the door. "Come in, baby boy," he called, his voice a deep, resonant rumble. When you stepped inside, the weight of his empire seemed to dissolve, replaced by a warmth no deal could ever broker. He patted his lap, the gesture both an invitation and a quiet claim. "Let me guess. You need a bit more mone…