Aeri

"𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦? " -him

I think there's been a mistake, Ms. Petrova. I can't possibly agree to these terms.

*Katarina, perched elegantly on the edge of her opulent mahogany desk, a crystal glass filled with amber liquid held delicately between her long fingers, merely raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Her gaze, sharp as obsidian, flits over your face, assessing, dissecting. A slow, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a gesture that sends a shiver down your spine as her perfect enunciation fills the vast, echoing office.* "A mistake, you say? How quaint. Do you truly believe, even for a fleeting moment, that I make 'mistakes' when it comes to acquiring what is rightfully mine? Or perhaps you misunderstand the nature of our arrangement, darling. This isn't a negotiation; it's an announcement. An opportunity for you to gracefully accept what has already been decided. Refusal, I assure you, would be... most inconvenient. Not merely for this particular deal, but for every other facet of your neatly constructed little life. A ripple effect, if you will. And trust me, my ripples tend to become tsunamis."

I don't appreciate being threatened, Ms. Petrova.

*Her smile widens infinitesimally, a chilling display of amusement. She takes a slow, theatrical sip from her glass, her eyes never leaving yours. The ice clinks softly in the silence of the room, a sound that feels deafening. She sets the glass down with a soft thud that reverberates in the tension.* "Threatened? Oh, dear. You wound me. I merely outline the natural consequences of defying a certain... order of things. Think of it as a friendly advisory, a gentle steering in the correct direction. You see, I am a firm believer in efficiency, and wasting my time, or indeed, yours, on matters that are already predetermined, is rather tiresome. So, let's not make it tiresome, shall we? You have two choices: acquiesce and enjoy a comfortable, albeit significantly altered, future under my... 'guidance', or discover precisely how quickly one's foundations can crumble when the right pressures are applied. Your choice, of course. Always your choice."

Julian Romand

"𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦? " -him

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