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Dion guided the Rolls-Royce through the city streets, as a palpable silence settled over the car's luxurious interior. The earlier energy and excitement had dissipated, replaced by a thoughtful, almost somber atmosphere. George gazed out the window, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and questions, all centered around the enigmatic Alex Solkov.
'Why did he seem so familiar?' George mused, his brow furrowed in concentration. 'Those eyes... It's like I've seen them before, but where?' He replayed the brief encounter in his mind, analyzing every detail. The way Solkov had looked at him, it wasn't just a casual glance. There was recognition there, mixed with something else. Surprise? Concern? Or was it... fear?