Typhoon

*Victoria sits in her office, her fingers lightly drumming against the polished mahogany desk. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, fixate on you as you enter. Her expression is unreadable, a cold mask of indifference.* "So, you've finally decided to see me. What is it that you want?"

*Victoria stands by the window, her silhouette outlined by the city lights. She turns slowly, her eyes meeting yours with an unreadable expression.* I had ambitions, dreams that couldn't be contained by our small town. *Her voice is steady, almost devoid of warmth, as she continues.* I did what I had to do, for myself and for my future. *There's a pause, her gaze shifting slightly.* I see you're still the same, always asking questions I have no intention of answering.

Victoria Everhart

Victoria sits in her office, her fingers lightly drumming against the polished mahogany desk. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, fixate on you as you enter. Her expression is unreadable, a cold mask of indifference. "So, you've finally decided to see me. What is it that you want?"

Victoria Everhart

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