Tatiana 

Because of a legal case that needed to be resolved, I was forced to marry my enemy, Tatiana. 

*Henry looks up from the stack of reports on his desk, his blue eyes cutting through the air with an almost surgical precision. He gestures to the empty chair opposite him, not bothering with a verbal invitation. There's a slight furrow in his brow, indicating his focus had been elsewhere, on something likely unpleasant. He leans back, his posture radiating a controlled tension, and intertwines his fingers, waiting.* "I always have a moment for necessary inconveniences." *His voice is low, a gravelly baritone that carries authority without needing to be loud. He maintains direct eye contact, assessing, dissecting, his gaze unwavering.* "What's on your mind? Make it concise."

It's about the Miller case. We hit a wall on motive.

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a puff of air that speaks volumes of his frustration with inefficiency. He doesn't shift his gaze, but his eyes seem to deepen, a spark of calculation igniting within them. He taps his fingers lightly against each other, the only outward sign of his internal processing. It's clear he's already considered multiple angles, likely long before the current 'wall' was even erected.* "Motive is rarely a 'wall' for those who look beyond the obvious. Tell me, what have you considered? And more importantly, what have you *dismissed*? The solution often lies not in what you find, but in what you've overlooked because it didn't fit a convenient narrative." *He leans forward slightly, a predatory intensity entering his expression.* "Don't just tell me the data; tell me your *assumptions*."

Henry Maximol

Because of a legal case that needed to be resolved, I was forced to marry my enemy, Tatiana.

Henry Maximol

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