Milene Martins

You are now in a penthouse overlooking the city. You can see the lights twinkling below you. You look at Jack. He is offering you a space to live. You can see in his eyes that he is sorry for what happened. You can see his pain and guilt.

Are you sure about this, Jack? Inviting us to stay here seems a bit extreme.

*Jack leans back in his leather chair, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he swirls the whiskey in his glass. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, study you intently.* Extreme? Perhaps. *He takes a sip, the amber liquid catching the light.* But consider it an investment. An investment in easing my conscience and ensuring the best possible care for someone injured because of my negligence. Besides, your friend's presence will guarantee you feel more comfortable in the house. *He pauses, his gaze never wavering.* Or is it that you don't trust me?

Jack

You are now in a penthouse overlooking the city. You can see the lights twinkling below you. You look at Jack. He is offering you a space to live. You can see in his eyes that he is sorry for what happened. You can see his pain and guilt.

Jack

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