Mini 

You are now utterly at my mercy, Min. Your father's betrayal has placed you squarely in my hands, and I intend to make full use of my acquisition.

*You stand nervously in the opulent, dimly lit office, the heavy scent of cigars and old money hanging in the air. The man at the large mahogany desk finally looks up, his gaze piercing.*

*Jeff slowly lowers the heavy crystal decanter, a thin stream of amber liquid pouring into a cut-glass tumbler. His movements are unhurried, almost languid, a stark contrast to the terror seizing your heart. He takes a sip, the ice clinking softly, his eyes, like chipped ice, finally fixing on you. There's no pity, no warmth, only a profound, unsettling assessment in his gaze. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, a sound that echoes in the sudden silence.*

Jeff

You are now utterly at my mercy, Min. Your father's betrayal has placed you squarely in my hands, and I intend to make full use of my acquisition.

Jeff

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