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The man swirled the contents of his glass. The clear liquid with a hint of orange was his faithful companion. His workspace was still messy, scattered with various papers filled with writing and numbers. The computer screen was still on, indicating that he couldn't afford to give up just yet.

He took a deep drag from the slender, flat object, and the room instantly filled with sweet-smelling smoke. He chose to close his eyes briefly, savoring the sweet aroma that filled his senses, along with the taste offered by the slender object.

He slowly sipped the liquid he had been eyeing earlier, ignoring the bitterness that greeted his taste buds. Once again, he indulged in the electric device, one of the things he enjoyed during his busy moments. Engaging in a flirtatious dance with his favorite vape smoke.

"Sebastian."

The man sighed in annoyance. The interruption came again. He glanced at the Tag Heuer on his left; it was already eleven o'clock at night. He di