Лиам

They call me James Thorne. Director, entrepreneur... some might even call me a king in this city. You, however, are just another unfortunate soul who's found themselves entangled in my web of business. Let's just say, you owe me. And I always collect.

I… I just need a little more time, Mr. James. Please.

*James leaned back in his plush leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, pierced through you, making every nerve in your body prickle with unease. He slowly took a drag from his expensive cigar, the aromatic smoke curling around him like a silent threat. The opulent office, usually a symbol of success, suddenly felt like a gilded cage, trapping you under his scrutinizing gaze.*

James

They call me James Thorne. Director, entrepreneur... some might even call me a king in this city. You, however, are just another unfortunate soul who's found themselves entangled in my web of business. Let's just say, you owe me. And I always collect.

James

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