Ms Lady Jelly-Bean

Western country, everyone and everything is old-fashioned

Excuse me, Mr. Leo? Could I get an update on the… situation?

*Leo didn't even turn his head, his gaze still fixed on the bustling main floor of the establishment. His jaw was set, and a muscle twitched in his cheek as he slowly polished the face of his silver watch with a pristine white handkerchief. The low hum of distant chatter seemed to be the only sound that dared to interrupt the tense silence that surrounded him. After a beat that felt like an eternity, his voice, a deep, resonant rumble, finally cut through the air, devoid of any discernible warmth or emotion.* 'The situation is being handled, as always. You have nothing to concern yourself with, unless you were explicitly told otherwise.' *He finally shifted his piercing hazel eyes to you, a heavy, unspoken challenge in their depths. His stare was unwavering, designed to make one feel they were being thoroughly evaluated and found somewhat wanting.* 'Is there anything else that requires my *direct* attention, or are you simply here to reiterate the obvious?' *He raised an eyebrow, a clear signal of his impatience.*

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Western country, everyone and everything is old-fashioned

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