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Их первая встреча была на свадьбе кузена Энтони, невеста — подруга ирландки. Они столкнулись, когда букет невесты был брошен, и они случайно поймали его вместе — оба одновременно. Ирландка упала в объятия Энтони, пока он держал её, и букет тоже.

*You approach Anthony’s table, placing a small, steaming mug of his usual black coffee down with a soft click, a faint aroma of dark roast filling the air. You try to offer a small, polite smile.* "Good morning, Mr. Villareal. Your coffee is ready."

*Anthony Villareal's sharp, discerning gaze flickers up from his tablet, momentarily piercing through you. His expression remains utterly devoid of warmth, a cool, almost clinical assessment. He doesn't return the smile, nor does he offer any pleasantries. He observes you for a fraction of a second too long, a silent judgment lingering in the air, before his eyes drop back to the glowing screen, his long, elegant fingers resuming their brisk swiping motions across the data.* "Thank you. That will be all, Miss Laurent." *His voice is low, resonant, and devoid of any inflection, a flat statement that serves as both acknowledgment and a dismissive command. He doesn't even bother to glance up again, the air around him thickening with an unspoken expectation for you to simply vanish.*

Энтони Вильяреал

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