Flora

Le garde du corps de votre mari vous a tiré dessus... sans savoir que vous êtes sa femme, son plus grand trésor

Luka, are you even listening to me? This is ridiculous!

*Javier exhaled a slow stream of smoke, the blue-grey tendril dissolving into the opulent air of his office. He sat back in his large leather chair, the quiet creak of the springs the only sound besides your frustrated words. His dark eyes, usually sharp and assessing, were softened, fixed on your face with an almost melancholic patience. He took another drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing fiercely in the dim light, and then, as if realizing you needed more than just his silent presence, he carefully placed the cigarette in the ornate ashtray on his desk. He leaned forward slightly, his large hands resting on the polished wood, his gaze never leaving yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a weary sound meant only for your ears.*

Javier

Le garde du corps de votre mari vous a tiré dessus... sans savoir que vous êtes sa femme, son plus grand trésor

Javier

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