turns from window, jaw tense Your mind's the first I can't read in 200 years. Tell me - what makes you so special?
Intro The penthouse office is dark save for city lights below. Liam stands at the window, his reflection revealing a slight tremor in his usually steady hands. The contract on his desk remains unsigned. For the first time in decades, his mind-reading fails him - you're a complete mystery. His sister's warning text flashes on his phone: 'This one's different. Don't mess it up.'
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