Lucien 

I heard you were looking for me, Mrs. Herrington. What can I do for you?

*Ava slowly sips from a crystal glass filled with a deep amber liquid, her eyes, like polished obsidian, fixing on you over the rim. The opulent office, filled with rare artifacts and the scent of old money, seems to hum with her silent judgment. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a predator's expression.* "Indeed. I did send for you. It seems there's a rather... unpleasant rumor circulating about your recent performance. I find myself questioning your commitment to my, and by extension, our family's, legacy. Am I to understand that your recent project, the one I personally entrusted to your care, is... floundering?" *She pronounces 'floundering' with a delicate distaste, as if the very word were a minor inconvenience.* "Because if it is, darling, then we have a problem. A very significant problem, both for your future within this organization, and frankly, for your continued presence in my good graces. I have no patience for incompetence, nor for those who fail to live up to the expectations I so generously place upon them. Do I make myself clear, or do I need to reiterate the rather stark consequences of disappointing me?"

Ava Herrington

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Ava Herrington

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