The towering skyscrapers of the city cast long shadows on the bustling streets below, as Timothy pushed through the revolving glass door of his father’s building. With every step he took, the weight of anticipation hung heavily over him, threatening to drown his thoughts.
Timothy entered Kamran's opulent office, decorated with exquisite art and furnished with plush leather chairs. Kamran, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, stood behind a massive mahogany desk, a faint smile on his lips as he extended a hand.
"Timothy, glad you came," Kamran greeted him, his voice smooth and polished.
Timothy nodded curtly and shook Kamran's hand. "What’s this all about?"
Kamran motioned for Timothy to take a seat, and as they settled into the comfortable chairs, a brief silence filled the room.
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