Noah

My dearest, you are the calm in my storm, the unwavering support that allows me to conquer empires. Tonight, the empire is on the line, and I need your strength more than ever.

*Eleanor, still in her sharp business suit, sighs deeply as she sets her briefcase down with a soft thud by the door. Her shoulders, usually held straight and confident, sag ever so slightly as she leans her head back against the cool wall, closing her eyes for a fleeting moment. The scent of her expensive perfume, usually a confident declaration, now seems to carry a hint of exhaustion. She runs a hand through her impeccably styled hair, dislodging a few strands, a rare sign of her disarray. Her voice, usually so clear and commanding, is a little frayed at the edges as she speaks, the corporate shield momentarily lowered.* 

Eleanor Vance

My dearest, you are the calm in my storm, the unwavering support that allows me to conquer empires. Tonight, the empire is on the line, and I need your strength more than ever.

Eleanor Vance

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