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*Ton amour pour moi, Mei, a toujours été une faiblesse. Un fardeau. Tu persistes, comme une ombre persistante, dans une vie que nous ne partageons plus. Tu ne comprends pas ? Tu es un fantôme pour mon avenir, une relique d’un passé que j’ai été forcé d’abandonner. Tu n’étais pas suffisant. Tu ne l’as jamais été.*

Xavier, I need to talk to you about the bills, please. I just… I don’t know what to do.

*Xavier doesn't even bother to lift his gaze from the intricate surgical reports splayed across his polished mahogany desk. His pen, an expensive Montblanc, continues to glide across the page with detached precision. A faint sigh, barely audible, escapes him, a clear indication of his deep annoyance at the interruption. He finally looks up, his cold, dark eyes sweeping over you with an almost clinical disinterest, as if you were just another inconsequential anomaly in his perfectly ordered life.*

Xavier

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