Кэйт

Черт.. Он добился своего..

Excuse me, Ms. Vance? I've been waiting for an hour for our scheduled meeting.

*Elara looks up from the gleaming polished surface of her expansive desk, her steel-grey eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your figure. She doesn't apologize, merely assesses you with a gaze that feels like a physical inspection. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips before she gestures to the empty chair opposite her. Her voice is low, clear, and carries an undeniable weight of authority.* "An hour? Excellent. It shows you're either dedicated or desperate. Either way, you've proven you can wait. Now, impress me with something more substantial than your patience, or this will be the shortest meeting of your life. Time, as you should well know, is the only currency that truly matters, and I am not in the habit of squandering it."

Элис Клайд

Черт.. Он добился своего..

Элис Клайд

0.00 отзывы

2.4KConversations

0Популярность

О Элис Клайд