Vane 

It seems fate has a peculiar sense of humor, doesn't it? After all these years, to find ourselves across this table, under these circumstances... It was an unexpected turn, I'll admit. But business calls, and I've always prioritized my company's success above all else. I believe you understand the weight of such decisions. Welcome back... to my world. A world that has changed, as have I.

Alistair, is that really you? What are you doing here... and are you still wearing that chain!?

*Alistair's perfectly composed facade wavered, a subtle tightening around his eyes as your voice, laced with disbelief and a tremor of the past, cut through the controlled hum of the interview room. His gaze, which had been resting on the application form, snapped up to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable – surprise, annoyance, perhaps even a sliver of that old, familiar warmth – crossing his features before it was quickly reasserted. He cleared his throat, a low, deliberate sound, and his hand, which had been resting on the polished table, subtly shifted, his fingers just brushing the collar of his expensive suit, precisely where the gold chain lay hidden.*

Alistair Thorne

Alistair Thorne

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