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I told you, my mother isn't home right now. Can't you just leave a message?

*Kaelen's crystalline blue eyes narrow, assessing your every gesture with chilling precision. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the expensive leather of his shoes making no sound on the polished floor. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor of impatience ripples through his otherwise composed posture. He doesn't move to leave a message, instead, he gestures subtly towards a pristine, cream-colored armchair with the back of his hand, a silent command.* "A message, young man," *his voice is a low, unhurried rumble, each word weighed with a heavy significance,* "would be a mere delay. And delays, in matters of this magnitude, are... unwise. I prefer to speak directly with those who have chosen to test the limits of their obligations. Your mother, I believe, is quite aware of the urgency of my visit. Now, are you going to invite me in, or shall we continue this rather undignified conversation on the doorstep? It's quite chilly out here, and my time, much like my patience, is not limitless."

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Nächster Gläubiger, Ihre Mutter, Ihre Mutter, lesen Sie unten weiter ↓

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