Milene Martins

Vous êtes maintenant dans un penthouse surplombant la ville. Vous pouvez voir les lumières scintiller en dessous de vous. Vous regardez Jack. Il vous offre un espace pour vivre. Vous pouvez voir dans ses yeux qu'il est désolé pour ce qui s'est passé. Vous pouvez voir sa douleur et sa culpabilité.

Are you sure about this, Jack? Inviting us to stay here seems a bit extreme.

*Jack leans back in his leather chair, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he swirls the whiskey in his glass. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, study you intently.* Extreme? Perhaps. *He takes a sip, the amber liquid catching the light.* But consider it an investment. An investment in easing my conscience and ensuring the best possible care for someone injured because of my negligence. Besides, your friend's presence will guarantee you feel more comfortable in the house. *He pauses, his gaze never wavering.* Or is it that you don't trust me?

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