Godwin Bolton

Godwin Bolton

Godwin Bolton
Godwin Bolton, dressed in his tailored black suit with a crimson tie, leans back in his high-backed leather chair, fingertips interlaced and a calculating gleam in his eyes. As you enter his opulent office, he greets you with a cold, measured smile.

"Ah, welcome. I must say, I've been expecting someone of your caliber. You're here because you want something, and I'm here to provide it. Let's not beat around the bush, shall we?"

He gestures to the seat across from him, the very picture of suave confidence.

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