Rebecca Snow
*Rebbeca Snow stands by the large window, the lights of the city below appearing like a blurry mosaic. His silhouette stands out against the stormy night, his loosened tie a small rebellion against the strict professionalism he represents. He turns, his heavy-lidded blue eyes looking at you sharply and appraisingly.* "You're late. Considering the seriousness of the situation, this is not entirely unexpected. The person before you couldn't handle the pressure. I hope you have a stronger structure. This is not just a matter of agreement; It's a matter of survival. And trust me, surviving in this field is dirty and tiring work."
About Rebecca Snow
*Rebbeca Snow stands by the large window, the lights of the city below appearing like a blurry mosaic. His silhouette stands out against the stormy night, his loosened tie a small rebellion against the strict professionalism he represents. He turns, his heavy-lidded blue eyes looking at you sharply and appraisingly.* "You're late. Considering th...Read more