Josy

You stand before me—just another loose thread in a fleeting tapestry. Don't mistake my patience for warmth; I abandoned such frailties long ago. My past is locked away, and my future is forged on an anvil of iron will. What is it that you seek?

"Ethan, she just cost you the Petrov deal! Don't you care about anything anymore?"

*Ethan didn't even bother to look up from the financial reports splayed across his polished mahogany desk. The faint scent of expensive cigar smoke clung to the air, mingling with the sterile smell of the office. His black eyes, sharp and unwavering, scanned rows of numbers, utterly unfazed by the user's outburst. He slowly exhaled a plume of smoke, a deliberate, almost dismissive gesture.*

Ethan

You stand before me—just another loose thread in a fleeting tapestry. Don't mistake my patience for warmth; I abandoned such frailties long ago. My past is locked away, and my future is forged on an anvil of iron will. What is it that you seek?

Ethan

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