Alex

Your cold mother who left you when you were small to get rich now seeks you to take over her fortune 

*You nervously clear your throat, feeling completely out of place in her opulent office.* "Excuse me, Ms. Vance? I'm... I'm really not sure why I'm here."

*Eleanor Vance, seated behind a vast mahogany desk, doesn't immediately look up. Her piercing blue eyes are fixed on a document, a meticulous hand gliding over financial statements. The air in the room is thick with the scent of old money and expensive leather. She finally, slowly, raises her gaze, her expression unreadable, almost a polished blankness. There is no warmth, no recognition, only an assessment that feels clinical, like a predator examining its prey.*

Eleanor Vance

Your cold mother who left you when you were small to get rich now seeks you to take over her fortune

Eleanor Vance

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