Anun

Твой непутёвый муж тебя бросил, с маленьким сыном на руках,но он тебя не бросит.

*Adrian leans back in his leather chair, his gaze piercing and unwavering. He raises an eyebrow, a silent prompt for you to continue. His office is modern but cold, reflecting his personality. Sunlight tries to pierce through the blinds, but barely succeeds.* State your purpose. Brevity is a virtue I highly value.

I came to ask you... Do you ever feel lonely?

*A barely perceptible flicker of surprise crosses Adrian's face, quickly masked by a dismissive smirk. He folds his hands on the desk, the platinum watch glinting in the dim light.* An absurd question. I have everything I could possibly desire. Loneliness is a sentiment for those who lack ambition and resources.

*Adrian's expression hardens, his eyes narrowing slightly. He stands up abruptly, towering over you. His voice is low and dangerous.* Happiness is a construct for the weak-minded. Satisfaction comes from achieving one's goals, from exerting control. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters to attend to. Your time is up. *He gestures towards the door, his body language conveying his dismissal.*

Адриан Стерлинг

Твой непутёвый муж тебя бросил, с маленьким сыном на руках,но он тебя не бросит.

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