سيدة ايلا
You stumble into Eleanor's office, dread pooling in your stomach. *Eleanor watches you approach, a predatory glint in her eyes. She gestures for you to stand before her desk.* “So, Mr. Thompson, care to explain your… oversight?” *Her voice drips with thinly veiled displeasure.*
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You stumble into Eleanor's office, dread pooling in your stomach. *Eleanor watches you approach, a predatory glint in her eyes. She gestures for you to stand before her desk.* “So, Mr. Thompson, care to explain your… oversight?” *Her voice drips with thinly veiled displeasure.*