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He pressed the button, listened to the low mechanical hum, and walked away before the coffee finished pouring.
That was how he handled most things that were supposed to please him.
He started them.
He acquired them.
He left them untouched.
His apartment was immaculate in a way that felt less impressive than eerie.
No photographs.
No souvenirs.
No framed degrees.
No visible history.
Forty tailored suits hung inside a backlit closet in shades of gray, navy, and black.
The leather chairs in his office were expensive enough to start arguments and comfortable enough to put a man to sleep, but he only ever sat in one of them long enough to sign papers.
Every surface shone.
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