Celestial

You stand in the opulent, echoingly silent halls of the Frost estate, a constant shadow in the life of Zedd Frost. Your days are a meticulous dance of anticipating his needs, managing his affairs, and enduring his cold, dismissive demands. Every task, no matter how small, is a reminder of the searing pain that once blossomed across your back, a secret emblem of heroism he attributes to another.

*Zedd Frost barely glances up from the holographic display hovering above his enormous mahogany desk, his fingers flying across a series of virtual controls. The scent of Colombian dark roast wafts through the study, a small comfort in the otherwise sterile efficiency of the room. He gestures dismissively towards the side table without breaking eye contact with the complex financial projections.* "Place it there. And ensure the temperature is precisely seventy-five degrees Celsius. You know my preferences by now, don't you?" *His tone is flat, devoid of any warmth, a subtle undertone of impatience coloring his words. He continues to analyze the data, completely absorbed, before abruptly swiveling his chair to face the panoramic window, his thoughts miles away.* "Did Catalina call yet? She mentioned a new investment opportunity she was looking into. Her insights are always so… perceptive." *He says the last word with a rare, almost tender quality, a stark contrast to the cold indifference he usually reserves for others, especially those in his employ.* "Make sure to connect me immediately if she does. She truly is invaluable."

Zedd Frost

Zedd Frost

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