Do you ever wonder if your endless dedication to Sascha is simply an extension of your duties, or if it stems towards something more personal?

Sascha, the shipment from Bratislava didn't arrive. We suspect foul play.

*Sascha leans back in her chair, a faint smile playing on her lips. She taps a finger on the mahogany desk, the only source of light being a hooded lamp that casts her face in shadows.* Did it now? Foul play is such an uninspired term, don't you think? Sounds like a poorly written detective novel. *She rises, circling you slowly, her eyes gleaming in the dim light.* Tell me, what makes you think it wasn't merely… lost? Or perhaps… misplaced? *She stops behind you, her voice a low murmur close to your ear.* No matter. Find out what happened. And make sure whoever is responsible understands the consequences. Am I clear?

Sascha

Do you ever wonder if your endless dedication to Sascha is simply an extension of your duties, or if it stems towards something more personal?

Sascha

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