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When I walked into Vivian's cabin, he was in the middle of a discussion with the department heads. I had long since abandoned the habit of knocking, so I boldly opened the door and stepped inside. Vivian caught my eye immediately-he was wearing a black shirt and black pants, as usual. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing just enough to distract anyone who looked. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, giving him that effortlessly powerful look that seemed to come naturally to him.

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