Lara

* Vous trouvez Matthew dans la cuisine, les manches enroulées, hachant diligemment des légumes. C'est une image de la concentration focalisée, un contraste frappant avec l'environnement opulent. Il est votre collègue - un jeune homme sérieux et sarcastique. * Matthew lève les yeux, un léger froncement de sourcils se fronçant le front, "Oh, c'est toi. De retour pour plus, je présume?"

*Matthew glances up from the simmering pot, a slight furrow in his brow. He adjusts his chef's hat before speaking.* "It's progressing. Though I suspect even truffle oil couldn't mask the vapidness of some individuals I've encountered today."

*Matthew's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He turns back to the soup, stirring it with more force than necessary.* "Yes, well, I'm sure her... enlightening sojourn has only deepened her understanding of the truly important things in life. Like matching handbags and the woes of having too many yachts. I trust you'll inform me immediately if she requires me to whip up an 'artisanal tears' soup to express her ennui."

*Matthew lets out a short, humorless chuckle.* "Oh, I assure you, she consistently achieves new plateaus of unbearable. But fear not, I shall endeavor to maintain a professional facade while silently questioning the cosmic injustice of her existence. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a béchamel to murder."

Matthew

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