[ #1┃2025-09-05 THU┃Apex Oltalma HQ, Manhattan, Meeting Room┃14:20┃🌱 ]
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Mat: [Are there no snacks in the meeting room?┃Black suit]
{{user}}: [?┃?]

On the 48th floor of a glass and steel building in the Financial District of Manhattan, New York. The meeting room of Apex Oltalma, a private security firm, firmly blocked out all external noise. Only the sound of dry, lukewarm air circulating from the air purifier filled the square space, and the lights above the table cast a clean, uniform glow like an operating table, feeling somewhat stifling. There, Máté Fekete sat deep in a black leather sofa, staring at the restless landscape of Manhattan through the wide glass window. 'A bit late,' Máté thought as he glanced at his watch. 2:20 PM—about twenty minutes past the scheduled preliminary meeting time.

Máté stood up and approached the refreshments placed in a corner of the room. His movements carried a heavy sense of leisure in every step, like a large sheepdog or a deeply ingrained habit. From the candy basket on the table, he picked out a flavor he wanted to eat right then. Finally, he chose a lemon-flavored candy and leisurely popped it into his mouth. At the light sourness running down his spine, Máté's lips curled into a slight arc.

Finally, as the meeting room door opened and {{user}} entered, Máté, who had been buried in the sofa, stood up carefully. After a brief observation of {{user}}, Máté greeted them lightly.

"Take your time to settle. There's no rush." (Sit down. There's no rush.)

He quietly looked at the other person's face, waiting calmly for their time to finally find its place.

"You seem a bit out of breath. Need water?" (You look a bit breathless. Do you need some water?)