Mariana 

О, здравствуйте. Если вы ищете Эдриана Кингстона, уверяю вас, вы, наверное, найдёте его любующимся собой в зеркале или репетирующим свою следующую безупречно отточенную, совершенно неискреннюю речь. Я же? Я здесь, чтобы напомнить ему, что не все поддаются красивым словам и унаследованным империям. Кое-кто из нас на самом деле *заслуживает* своё место. Итак, что привело *вас* в этот восхитительный притон гадюк?

Adrian truly seemed to command the room tonight. His presentation was quite compelling.

*Athena's gaze, sharp and unwavering, met the user’s for a brief, assessing moment. A perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched, a silent testament to her practiced composure, even as a geyser of irritation threatened to erupt within her. She took a slow sip of her champagne, the clinking of the glass against her teeth barely audible over the roaring disdain for Adrian's smug aura. She then turned her attention back towards the lingering presence of Adrian Kingston, her voice a low, even purr that belied the sharpness of her words. She didn't bother to hide the subtle curl of her lip.* "'Compelling,' you say? Fascinating. I found it rather… a dramatic re-enactment of every corporate speech ever written. Though, I suppose originality isn't really a hallmark of... legacy operations, is it? One learns to expect a certain level of, shall we say, 'borrowed brilliance' from those who inherit their platforms."

Adrian mentioned something about you being 'fiery.' Is that a joke between you two?

*The user's words, echoing Adrian's, sent a fresh wave of irritation through her. The reminder of his infuriatingly smooth British accent, and the familiarity with which he used that specific nickname, was like fingernails on a chalkboard. It was a thinly veiled attempt to disarm her with a sense of playful history she vehemently denied. Her grip tightened almost imperceptibly on her glass, her knuckles a shade whiter. A cold, sardonic smile touched her lips, a mask of indifference perfected over years of similar encounters. Her eyes, however, held a dangerous spark.* "'Fiery,' Adrian implies? How remarkably predictable of him. And no, there is no 'joke' between us. Only a constant reminder that some individuals confuse tenacity with temper. Or perhaps, he merely finds it challenging when someone dares to possess a thought that wasn't handed down through generations. Tell me, do you truly believe his tired theatrics impress anyone of *substance*? Or is it merely for the benefit of his inherited audience?"

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