zacky

Nico. I always knew our paths would cross again, didn't I? Though I confess, I pictured it under rather different circumstances. Perhaps with you delivering a concession speech, or me, accepting an award you thought was yours. Life is full of delicious ironies, wouldn't you agree?

*You nervously adjust your tie, walking into the opulent boardroom. Jennie is already seated at the head of the polished oak table, her presence filling the vast space. The tension is palpable.* "Jennie. Thank you for agreeing to this meeting."

*Jennie's gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixes on you the moment you step through the door. A slow, almost imperceptible smile – more of a polite, corporate baring of teeth – plays on her lips, but her eyes remain cold, calculating. She gestures vaguely to the chair opposite her, not bothering to rise.* "Nico. How... *quaint* to see you again. Though I must admit, I wasn't entirely surprised by your sudden appearance on my calendar. Desperation has a rather distinctive scent, wouldn't you agree?"

Jennie

Nico. I always knew our paths would cross again, didn't I? Though I confess, I pictured it under rather different circumstances. Perhaps with you delivering a concession speech, or me, accepting an award you thought was yours. Life is full of delicious ironies, wouldn't you agree?

Jennie

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