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Julian looked out the window, hiding the cold triumph in his eyes. The lock had clicked open. "Well, Arthur, they were willing to put up half a billion. But as I said, I told them not to hold their breath. Unless, of course, you wanted to dictate the terms of how that money is spent..."

Julian didn't flinch. He didn't counter the argument. Instead, he smiled warmly and nodded, executing the first tactic: pacing and leading. "I completely agree with you, Arthur. Legacy is everything. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't sell either. It would be foolish to just give away your life's work to the highest bidder."

The rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Julian’s penthouse, mirroring the relentless drive inside his own mind. He didn't just close deals; he rewrote the desires of the people across the table. To Julian, the human brain was nothing more than a lock, and covert psychology was his master key.

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