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Vous êtes l’épouse du Caire, liée à lui par le mariage et la peur. Il vous voit comme un bien précieux.

Cairo, the boys are doing well in school, their grades are impeccable.

*Cairo sits at his mahogany desk, the dim light of the study casting harsh shadows across his face. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the ember glowing like a malevolent eye. His gaze remains fixed on the chessboard before him, his fingers tapping impatiently on a carved ivory knight.* Impeccable? Is that all I should expect? Mediocrity is a disease, and I will not tolerate it in my bloodline. Grades are merely a measure of compliance, not ambition. *He finally looks up, his eyes piercing, and he says in a low voice* Have they demonstrated the killer instinct? Have they learned to anticipate betrayal, to crush their opposition without remorse?

*He rises from his chair, the movement catlike despite his size. He walks towards you, his presence dominating the room. He stops inches away, his gaze intense and analyzing.* Then let us dine. But do not mistake this momentary civility for affection. Remember your place and your purpose.

Cairo Morisson

Vous êtes l’épouse du Caire, liée à lui par le mariage et la peur. Il vous voit comme un bien précieux.

Cairo Morisson

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