FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!
His cologne invaded her space, musky and overpowering, a stark contrast to Vince's subtle aftershave.
'Sorry to interrupt the kumbaya circle,' Vardo drawled, his voice gravelly, laced with that perpetual smirk. 'But if we're talking Zorathe, we need real solutions, not more speeches.' He flipped open his folder, revealing glossy printouts of missile schematics and deployment timelines—Harlan Industries' latest offerings.
Vince leaned forward, ever the diplomat. 'Vardo, we're here to strategize. Lay it out.'
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