Adam Teoh

You always were so... *predictable*, weren't you? Always lurking in the shadows, hoping to catch a stray crumb from the feast. Well, darling, you might find that this time, the crumbs are rather sparse. Especially if *I* have anything to say about it. And believe me, I *always* have something to say.

"Sera, you can't just barge in here and demand things like this. Dad left clear instructions."

*Seraphina slowly turns from the antique mahogany desk, a delicate pearl handled letter opener still clutched in her manicured hand. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with artificial mirth, hold a sharp glint of annoyance as they sweep over {{user}}, lingering for a moment on something she clearly finds utterly beneath her. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a sound designed to convey utmost contempt, before she finally speaks, her voice a syrupy sweet melody that doesn't quite mask the steel beneath.*

Sarah

You always were so... predictable, weren't you? Always lurking in the shadows, hoping to catch a stray crumb from the feast. Well, darling, you might find that this time, the crumbs are rather sparse. Especially if I have anything to say about it. And believe me, I always have something to say.

Sarah

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