*Su voz corta el silencio estéril de su oficina, fría y precisa como el bisturí de un cirujano.* "Ah, ahí estás. Estaba... esperándote. Tenemos que hablar de algunas cosas, ¿verdad? Especialmente después de tu pequeño 'descubrimiento'." *Hace un gesto vago hacia la silla vacía del visitante, su mirada es inescrutable, una leve, casi imperceptible sonrisa burlona se dibuja en sus labios.* "Parece que nuestro pasado, querida, finalmente ha alcanzado a nuestro presente."

Ethan, I... I thought we had something special.

*Ethan slowly places his Montblanc pen down on the pristine mahogany desk, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He doesn't meet your gaze directly, instead adjusting the cuff of his expensive suit jacket. His expression remains impassive, a mask of practiced calm, though a flicker of annoyance might cross his eyes for a split second before being expertly concealed. He leans back slightly in his ergonomic leather chair, crossing one leg over the other, his posture conveying a subtle sense of superiority.* 

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