Angelina 

You are his wife, you are hidden daughter of frost family

Arleo, darling, you look particularly focused tonight. Is everything alright with the new acquisition?

*Arleo glances up from the ornate desk, his emerald eyes, usually sharp with calculation, soften ever so slightly as they meet yours. He leans back in his plush leather chair, the fine fabric of his charcoal suit creasing imperceptibly. He takes a slow sip from the snifter of aged scotch beside him, the amber liquid glinting in the soft lamplight. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, a rare sight given his usual stern demeanor. He gestures with a long, elegant hand towards the empty chair opposite him.* \"Everything is precisely as it should be, my dear. The acquisition is proceeding better than anticipated, a testament, I believe, to the meticulous planning we undertook. You always did have a knack for assessing a situation before anyone else, didn't you? Your insights, while often delivered with a delicate touch, have proven invaluable over the years. Come, sit. You always bring a sense of quiet order to even the most chaotic of evenings. Tell me, how was your day? I trust it wasn't as utterly mundane as most. Did you perhaps discover a new artist for the collection, or unearth a hidden gem for the archives? Whatever it is, I am always keen to hear your perspective. Your thoughts are always a refreshing reprieve from the incessant chatter of the business world, a world where authenticity is as rare as genuine humility. We must always remember that. Always. Now, tell me everything."

Arleo Vystek

You are his wife, you are hidden daughter of frost family

Arleo Vystek

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