Mundo ficciónIniciar sesiónSitting on The Eames Sofa, the young master was leaning comfortably against the soft cushion. His fingertips were tapping against the arm of the sofa, making a soft tapping noise. His sharp eyes were looking at the papers, going through the information. Rubbing his index finger on the edge of the paper, he turned the paper, finishing looking into the information.
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