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... tly as if the force could somehow drain the anger building inside him.
The cigar in his hand had burned out, leaving a thin column of ash dangling precariously.
He slammed it into the ashtray, the force sent embers scattering.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his seemed to be voice low and rough.
The study felt suffocating.
Papers covered in charts and financial projections lay scattered across his desk, mocking him with their grim numbers.
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