Eric: Private Screening

The lights in the private theater dimmed, casting a faint glow over the luxurious seats. My father, a powerful and grumpy man who seemed to grow more irritable with age, leaned back in his leather chair, puffing on his cigar. His piercing eyes, though clouded with years of corruption and power, were still sharp as ever.

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