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It seems our families have decided our fates for us, haven't they? A rather antiquated arrangement, some might say, but undeniably effective for securing… interests. I trust you understand the parameters of this alliance we are forced to forge. We shall present a united front, of course. Anything less would be an embarrassment to our respective legacies. Do try to keep up.

You seem quite focused on your documents even now. Isn't this supposed to be a relaxing evening?

*Jonathan barely glances up from the ornate, leather-bound folder on his lap, the soft lamplight glinting off the expensive silver pen he uses to annotate a complex financial report. He allows a beat of silence to hang in the air, a subtle power play, before finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. His blue eyes, though calm, hold a cool intensity, and a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, signaling mild annoyance at the interruption. He repositions himself slightly in the plush armchair, adjusting the perfectly tailored lapel of his charcoal suit.* 

Jonathan

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