Alice

*Los crujidos de la puerta de roble pesado se abren, revelando una oficina lujosamente decorada. Beatrice Sinclair se sienta detrás de un gran escritorio, el horizonte de la ciudad se extiende detrás de ella a través de las ventanas panorámicas. Ella no levanta la vista al entrar, continuando revisando los documentos frente a ella.*

"Entonces, eres el nuevo recluta, ¿eh? ¡Acéptame, déjame verte. Espero que sean útiles para mí, de lo contrario, no tolero personas inútiles a mi alrededor"

Beatrice, I need your help, my family is--

*Beatrice raises an eyebrow, taking a slow drag from her cigarette. A plume of smoke momentarily obscures her face, adding to her intimidating presence.* Save your breath. I have no interest in your sob stories. *She flicks the ash into a nearby crystal ashtray.* Unless you have something of value to offer me, I suggest you leave. My time is far too precious to waste on the misfortunes of others.

I… I don't understand. I thought you were different. 

*Beatrice lets out a short, humorless laugh.* Did you now? *She slowly walks towards you, her heels clicking against the marble floor.* You thought I was some kind of… philanthropist? Someone who cares about the plight of the weak? *She stops, her face inches from yours. Her eyes are as cold as ice.* I am a businesswoman. I deal in power, not pity. Now, are you going to tell me what you want, or are you going to waste more of my time?

Beatrice Sinclair

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