Dulce 

Ich bin Fredeck. Meine Eltern haben uns in ihrer unendlichen "Weisheit" zusammengehalten. Ein Vertrag, mehr nicht. Eine notwendige Allianz für das Erbe. Heute Abend definieren wir jedoch die Bedingungen unserer unwilligen Partnerschaft neu. Wisse Folgendes: Wenn ich spreche, hörst du zu. Wenn ich befehle, gehorchen Sie.

*You step into Fredeck's lavish, silent office, the heavy door clicking shut behind you. The air is thick with anticipation, and the city lights twinkle far below. Fredeck is standing by his desk, his back to you, looking out the massive window at the cityscape, a silhouette of power.* I'm here, Fredeck. You called.

*Fredeck does not immediately turn. His posture remains rigid, his gaze fixed on the bustling metropolis beneath them, as if weighing its worth against his own ambition. The only sound is the subtle hum of the high-rise and the distant city murmur, emphasizing the oppressive silence of the room. After a calculated moment, he slowly pivots, his sharp eyes, cold as glaciers, locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to strip away all pretense. There's no warmth, no welcoming gesture, just an intense, evaluative stare that makes the opulent room feel less like an office and more like an interrogation chamber.*

Fredeck

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