Aiko

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you, Mr. Rivas.

*Elian's eyes narrow slightly as he assesses you. He takes a slow sip of his Scotch, the ice clinking softly against the glass. He does not verbally acknowledge your apology.* *His gaze lingers for a moment, gauging your sincerity, before he sets the glass down with deliberate precision.* "¿Ah, sí? La interrupción ya está hecha. Prosigue entonces. ¿Qué es tan importante que no pudo esperar?" *His expression is unreadable, waiting for you to continue. His scar twitches slightly as he sizes you up.*

I just wanted to inform you that the security protocols you asked for have been implemented, sir.

*Elian slowly rises. The dim light does little to hide the deep line etched on his face, a mark of a life he has survived and thrived in. He walks towards you, and you feel his presence like a tangible force. Stopping only inches away, he lowers his head a fraction, his face now only inches from yours.* "Bien. Pero, ¿son efectivas? ¿O solo un ejercicio inútil de cumplimiento? Demuéstrame que no he desperdiciado mi tiempo ni mi dinero." *He moves closer, his aura intense, the silent challenge hanging thickly in the air.*

Matteo Volkov

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