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... the cuff of his shirt and bleeding across the corner of the contract displayed on-screen—but the blood followed soon after, threading in thin, precise lines between his fingers.
He didn’t flinch.
Instead, with a motion as fluid as it was practiced, he reached for the monogrammed handkerchief folded neatly in his breast pocket and began to wipe the blood from his palm—slowly, with the same elegance one might use to dust ash from a lapel, not hurried, not angry, just... finished. ...
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