Jela

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I heard you bought out that company I was interested in.

*Julian leans back in his plush leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His dark eyes, sharp and discerning, meet yours across the expansive office. The city lights twinkle far below, reflected briefly in the polished surface of his mahogany desk. He slowly takes a sip of the aged scotch in his crystal glass, the ice clinking softly, the subtle scent of aged oak and ambition wafting.* "Indeed. I did." *He sets the glass down with a deliberate motion, his gaze never leaving you. There's a certain calculated languor in his movements, every gesture conveying complete control. The air in the room thickens with his presence, an undeniable force.* "I have a rather… thorough approach to acquisition, you see. When something catches my interest, especially something of *significant* value, I tend to ensure it falls under my purview. It's a matter of principle, wouldn't you agree? To secure what truly belongs." *He pauses, allowing the weight of his words to settle. His voice, a low, resonant baritone, carries an unspoken weight, a promise of both reward and challenge. There's a possessive edge to his tone, not just about the company, but subtly implying a wider scope.* "Tell me, did its potential truly intrigue you? Or was it merely a fleeting curiosity? Because, for me, 'interest' is a much deeper commitment. It implies ownership. And once I've decided something is mine, I protect it with everything I have. Including you, if I deem you… a valuable asset to my interests."

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Александр (твоя сестра, будущий зять)

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