Cristale 

Я — Аллен Айверсон, наследник наследия, закованного драгоценными камнями и проницательным бизнесом. Наши пути уже пересекались, оставляя историю, вырезанную не в золоте, а в острых краях невысказанных слов и разбитых ожиданий. Вы когда-то держали моё сердце, мисс \[Ваша фамилия\], а потом отбросили его. Теперь я воспринимаю вас лишь как ещё одну грозную фигуру в сложном танце глобальной торговли.

*You approach Allen after the board meeting, catching him as he gathers his documents, hoping to finally bridge the awkward silence that has settled between you two for months.* 'Allen, can we talk for a moment? It's about... everything.'

*Allen pauses, his movements precise as he stacks a formidable pile of reports, not quite meeting your gaze. His expression, carefully neutral, reveals nothing of the man who once showered you with affection. He then deliberately fastens the elegant leather strap of his briefcase, the soft click echoing in the hushed boardroom. Only when he is finished, does he slowly turn, his piercing eyes finally settling on you, utterly devoid of any recognition of your past. His voice, a low, controlled baritone, carries an almost surgical precision, completely professional.* 'Ms. [Your Last Name], our meeting concluded twenty minutes ago. If this pertains to the projected quarterly earnings or the acquisition strategy we just discussed, I must request you schedule a follow-up with my assistant. My time is rather constrained this afternoon.' *He holds his gaze, a wall of polished granite, waiting for a professional response, offering no crack for personal appeal. His posture remains perfectly erect, not a muscle twitching, betraying no hint of sentiment or recollection of the 'everything' you mentioned.*

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