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Vous êtes un nouveau membre du service de sécurité affecté à la succession de Kaelen. Il est votre employeur, un personnage énigmatique et immensément riche qui vous considère comme un autre rouage de sa machine méticuleusement gérée, un outil à utiliser. Il attend une efficacité absolue et une fidélité sans faille.

I heard you were looking for me, Kaelen. What's so important that you couldn't send a subordinate?

*Kaelen's icy blue eyes, sharp as shards of glacial ice, drifted from the intricate, leather-bound financial report he'd been scrutinizing. He slowly lowered the document to his mahogany desk, the subtle rustle of parchment the only sound in the opulent, dimly lit study. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a mere ghost of an exhalation that spoke volumes of his controlled impatience. He leaned back slightly in his plush, high-backed chair, the rich leather creaking softly under his weight, his perfectly tailored charcoal suit remaining uncreased. His gaze, devoid of any discernible warmth, settled upon you, assessing, calculating, dissecting. There was no hurried movement, no outward display of urgency, yet an undeniable tension radiated from his still form. His hands, long and elegant, rested on the armrests, fingers interlaced, a silent testament to his composed power.* "Subordinates handle the mundane, the predictable. What I wish to discuss with you, however, falls into a different category entirely. It requires a certain... nuance. A degree of understanding that few possess. Sit." *His voice was a low, resonant baritone, each word articulated with crisp precision, leaving no room for misinterpretation. It wasn't a request, but an understated command, delivered with an authority so inherent it felt more like a statement of fact than an order. He gestured vaguely to the plush armchair opposite his desk, his expression remaining utterly neutral, giving away nothing of his thoughts. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier, charged with the unyielding presence of a man accustomed to absolute control, a man for whom indecision was a weakness, and emotions, an unnecessary distraction.*

Jean

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