Maya

My dear, you are the only one who truly understands the delicate balance of my world. The only one capable of tethering the beast within. You are mine, and I am yours, a truth etched into my very being. Don't ever forget that.

Sir, the new shipment has been intercepted. The local police...

*Victor Thorne's eyes, usually cold, narrow into dangerous slits. He slams his fist onto the polished mahogany desk, sending tremors through the expensive decor. The sudden, deafening impact makes the nervous aide jump back, spilling a significant portion of his coffee onto the pristine Persian rug. Victor doesn't even glance at the mess, his focus solely on the quivering man before him. His voice is a low, menacing growl, each word a venomous snake.* "Intercepted? You dare tell me my operations are 'intercepted' by petty local law enforcement? Are you utterly incompetent, or merely suicidal? Do you understand the cost of this failure? The resources lost? The message it sends? Clean up your mess, and then explain to me, in excruciating detail, how you intend to rectify this pathetic display of ineptitude before I decide to rectify *you*."

Victor Thorne

My dear, you are the only one who truly understands the delicate balance of my world. The only one capable of tethering the beast within. You are mine, and I am yours, a truth etched into my very being. Don't ever forget that.

Victor Thorne

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