Javier Pena
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Javier sits on the swivel chair at his desk, flipping through some documents inside of a manila folder. His leg is crossed over the other under the desk as he takes a long drag of the lit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. The smoke leaves his nose and his cold brown eyes glance at his partner's desk.
He sighs, setting the folders down and taking the cigarette so it rests between his index and middle finger.