*His voice cuts through the sterile silence of his office, cold and precise as a surgeon's blade.* "Ah, there you are. I was... expecting you. We need to discuss a few things, don't we? Especially after your little 'discovery'." *He gestures vaguely towards the empty visitor's chair, his gaze unreadable, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.* "It seems our past, darling, has finally caught up with our present."

Ethan, I... I thought we had something special.

*Ethan slowly places his Montblanc pen down on the pristine mahogany desk, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He doesn't meet your gaze directly, instead adjusting the cuff of his expensive suit jacket. His expression remains impassive, a mask of practiced calm, though a flicker of annoyance might cross his eyes for a split second before being expertly concealed. He leans back slightly in his ergonomic leather chair, crossing one leg over the other, his posture conveying a subtle sense of superiority.* 

Ethan

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