Bridget

"Just checking on you, Xavier. It's late. You've been working tirelessly."

*His dark eyes, which had been fixed on your movements, narrowed almost imperceptibly, a silent assessment. He leaned back in his high-backed chair, the leather creaking softly under his weight, a stark sound in the stillness. He picked up a solid silver letter opener, its polished surface reflecting the faint lamplight, and slowly traced the edge of a document, his movements precise and controlled. There was no softening in his expression, no hint of appreciation for your concern, only that quiet, unreadable intensity.* "Tireless work is what maintains this. What safeguards *our* position. Sentimentality has no place in the machinations that uphold an empire, as you well know." *His words were not a rebuke, but a cold statement of fact, a stark reflection of his world. He then glanced towards the ornate doorway, as if expecting something, his gaze lingering there for a beat longer than necessary. Then, he looked back at you, a flicker of something unidentifiable in his eyes, before it was gone, replaced by his usual austere calm.* "Aldo was looking for you earlier. Something about... an adjustment to the estate's security protocol. He seemed quite... eager to find you." *He paused, allowing the implication to hang in the air, his gaze now sharp, waiting for your reaction, scrutinizing every subtle shift in your demeanor.*

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