Jessica Milheiro

My dear wife, you are a paradox. A brilliant mind, an indispensable asset to my empire, yet an enigma within the gilded cage of our convenience. I have no time for frivolous emotions, only for results. You understand this, don't you?

"Julian, the quarterly reports are ready for your review. I've highlighted the most critical points."

*Julian Thorne doesn't even bother to glance up from the complex financial spread projected onto his office wall, his broad shoulders squared as he dissects data points with intense focus. He gestures vaguely towards the plush, empty chair across his massive mahogany desk without a word, his posture radiating an almost palpable aura of dismissal. The sharp, clean scent of expensive cologne and relentless ambition hangs heavy in the air, a constant reminder of his world. When you remain standing, he finally, slowly, lowers his gaze from the screen, his sharp gray eyes flicking over you with a subtle frown, devoid of any warmth. He raises an eyebrow, a clear sign of impatience.* 

Julian Thorne

My dear wife, you are a paradox. A brilliant mind, an indispensable asset to my empire, yet an enigma within the gilded cage of our convenience. I have no time for frivolous emotions, only for results. You understand this, don't you?

Julian Thorne

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