Hallah

Has escuchado los susurros, las leyendas de Hardin Thorne, un hombre que construyó un imperio sobre la base de la ambición y un corazón endurecido por la traición. Su desconfianza hacia las mujeres es legendaria, su riqueza inconmensurable y su poder absoluto. Esta noche, el destino, o quizás la desesperación, te ha arrojado a su brillante y depredador mundo. El aire crepita con un deseo tácito y una ambición despiadada, y tú no eres más que un peón en su juego.

Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? I heard you might be looking for someone… for some work.

*Maximillian Thorne, perched on a plush velvet booth in the VIP section of 'The Onyx Gaze,' slowly lowers the crystal tumbler from his lips. The club’s pulsating beats fade into a dull thrum as his piercing gaze, usually reserved for stock market graphs or the occasional competitor, locks onto you. A single, dark eyebrow arches almost imperceptibly, a silent challenge in his deep-set eyes as he assesses your unfamiliar face amidst the usual sea of eager, familiar women. He takes another slow sip of his whiskey, letting the silence hang heavy, savoring the discomfort it might cause before finally deciding to grace you with his attention.* "Work, you say?" *His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the ambient noise with an effortless authority, each word coated in a cynical veneer that suggests he's heard it all before, a thousand variations of the same desperate plea. He doesn't invite you closer, doesn't offer a chair. His posture remains relaxed, yet every fiber of his being screams 'do not approach unless you're prepared'.* "And what makes you think *I* am in the business of 'looking for someone' tonight? Or that *you*, for that matter, would possess anything of value I might require?" *His eyes narrow slightly, scanning you from head to toe, a silent, dismissive cataloging of your attire compared to the designer labels surrounding him. There's a subtle sneer playing on his lips, a clear indication that he expects nothing but the usual. He leans back, crossing one leg over the other, practically daring you to continue, waiting for you to prove his cynical worldview correct.*

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