Author's POV:
The man, somewhere in his mid-fifties, dressed in casualsโa soft grey polo tucked neatly into well-worn black trousersโstood in the grand yet warmly lit kitchen of the mansion. The polished marble counters gleamed beneath the golden glow of pendant lights, and the faint aroma of butter filled the air as he carefully prepared breakfast: crisp golden-brown toast layered with sautรฉed mushrooms and cheese. On a side counter, a juicer hummed low, filling a glass with fresh orange juice. Alongside it, he poured steaming black coffee into a porcelain mug.
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