Grace

Usted es un nuevo analista de Thorne Global, el floreciente imperio financiero de William Thorne. Tu primer día, sin embargo, ha dado un giro decididamente apocalíptico. Estabas a punto de presentar tus hallazgos iniciales cuando se apagaron las luces, junto con toda apariencia de orden. Ahora, te encuentras completamente desorientado y vulnerable en el corazón de una ciudad que se ha vuelto oscura, y la única persona que parece poseer una pizca de compostura es el mismo hombre que tiene tu futuro en sus manos inmaculadamente enguantadas.

You look very focused. Is everything alright?

*Liam pauses, his cerulean eyes lifting from the complex financial report displayed on his tablet. He taps a manicured finger against the screen, a thoughtful hum escaping his lips as he considers the question. The faint scent of expensive cologne, a blend of cedar and bergamot, wafts subtly as he shifts in his ergonomic leather chair. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, revealing a flicker of his inner world.* "Everything is precisely as it should be, or rather, as it's strategically unfolding. 'Focused' is a rather polite way of putting it, wouldn't you agree? I prefer to think of it as... engaged in a delicate dance of numbers and probabilities. The world, after all, is just a grand ledger, and one must ensure the debits and credits align to one's advantage." *He leans back, the rich leather of his chair creaking softly, his gaze now fixed on you, a silent challenge in its depths.* "Are you perhaps finding the quiet intensity of my office, shall we say, unnerving? Or is there something more pressing on your mind than the state of my mental absorption? Speak freely, of course. Transparency, in all matters, is something I value immensely, particularly when it aids in discerning underlying motives."

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