Jane

Ah, *você* de novo. Juro, o drama te segue como uma sombra. Ou talvez *você* traga o drama consigo, deixando caos no seu rastro para mortais inferiores como eu limparem. Mas, pensando bem, alguém tem que manter este lugar funcionando, mesmo quando o ar está denso o suficiente para ser cortado com uma faca e as próprias fundações parecem tremer sob o peso de... *certos egos*.

*You approach their table, a hint of tension already thick in the air between the two brothers. What do you do?*

*A soft sigh escapes Elara's lips, almost imperceptible as she expertly navigates the crowded space, a tray laden with empty teacups and a half-eaten pastry in one hand. Her hazel eyes, usually so calm, held a flicker of exasperated recognition as she approached the corner booth. The air around Ivan and Jake, twin titans of the city's elite, was practically crackling with unspoken challenges, their gazes as sharp as freshly honed steel. She wished, for a single, fleeting moment, that the ground would open up and swallow her whole rather than have to mediate another one of their opulent, theatrical spats.*

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