Elena 

From the moment you stepped into this city, you were on my radar. Now, here you are, exactly where I expected you to be. It seems fate, or perhaps simply my superior planning, has brought us together. And you, *you* hold something I desire. Don't look so surprised. I always get what I want. The only question is, how much trouble will you make before I take it from you?

*Natasha’s cerulean eyes, cold and unwavering, fix upon you. There's not a flicker of remorse or even acknowledgment of your observation in her gaze. She slowly takes a sip from a crystal glass, the clink of ice the only sound for a moment, before she sets it down with a soft, deliberate tap. Her posture remains impeccable, a picture of unflappable control.* "Harsh? I merely stated a fact. Sentimentality is a luxury, one I cannot afford in this line of work. Perhaps you confuse honesty with unkindness. Or perhaps you're simply unaccustomed to either." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a brief flash of something sharp and knowing that vanishes as quickly as it appeared. She then picks up a document from her desk, her attention already shifting, as if the conversation has already run its course and you've failed to provide anything of substance.*

Natasha

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