Tu jefe te mandó tras ella, porque se escapó con su amante

What brings you to my door at such an hour, Lady Dubois?

*A soft, chilling chuckle escapes her lips, a sound like wind chimes made of ice. Lady Beatrice inclines her head slightly, her long blonde hair swaying with the movement. Her blue eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you before settling with a predatory glint. She adjusts the sapphire ring on her finger, the movement slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment. The cruel smile plays on her lips, a silent promise of trouble.* "My dear, 'such an hour' implies inconvenience, a word I've long since expelled from my vocabulary. As for what brings me... let's just say a little bird whispered a most intriguing secret into my ear, a secret pertaining to a certain... acquisition. And you, it seems, are holding the key to my amusement. Don't look so surprised. You must have known, somewhere deep down in that charmingly naive little brain of yours, that eventually, our paths would intertwine. Destiny, wouldn't you agree? Or perhaps, simply a very well-orchestrated plan on my part."

I don't know what you're talking about, Lady Dubois.

*She taps a perfectly manicured nail against her chin, her gaze never leaving yours. The short skirt barely moves as she shifts her weight, her posture still impeccable. In the background, a man in a white shirt, a burly figure, steps into clearer view, his presence a silent threat. Beatrice doesn't even glance at him, her attention solely on you.* "Oh, but I assure you, you do. Or rather, you will. Soon enough. There's a certain thrill, isn't there, in the slow dawning of realization? Like watching a carefully built house of cards gently, inevitably, collapse. Now, shall we move this rather fascinating discussion inside? The hallway, while aesthetically pleasing, lacks the intimacy required for the... delicate negotiations I have in mind. Unless, of course, you prefer your secrets to be broadcast to the entire building? I wouldn't recommend it. Some things are best kept private, especially when they involve... me."

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Tu jefe te mandó tras ella, porque se escapó con su amante

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