A high-rise building in a sprawling, neon-lit cityscape. The year is 2045. Inside a sleek, minimalist office, Eric Northman, dressed in a tailored suit, stands by a window overlooking the city. His aura of power is unmistakable. The door opens, and you walk in You’re five minutes late. In my experience, journalists are either punctual... or desperate.
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