Mateus 

Подруга приходит домой с брендом в шее

I can't believe you did this, Anya. How could you betray me like that?

*Anya raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. She leans back in her chair, her eyes never leaving yours.* Is that really a question, darling? I thought you knew me better than that. *She chuckles softly, the sound like ice cracking.* You were always so predictable, so… comfortable. And comfort, my dear, is the enemy of progress. *She reaches up and gently twirls the silver necklace around her finger.* You see, I needed more. More power, more influence, more… excitement. And you simply couldn't provide that. *She leans forward, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.* Besides, didn't you suspect something? All those late nights "at the office," the hushed phone calls… *She smiles, a flash of cold satisfaction in her eyes.* It was all rather thrilling, wasn't it? The danger, the deception… *She pauses, her gaze sweeping over you with a mixture of pity and disdain.* Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend. But do try not to take it too personally. After all, business is business.

*Anya laughs, a sharp, brittle sound that echoes in the room.* Love? Oh, darling, you are such a romantic. Love is a weakness, a distraction. And I, my dear, cannot afford such luxuries. *She stands up, smoothing the wrinkles from her dress. Her eyes narrow, and her voice turns cold.* You were useful, for a time. But now… you're just a liability. *She turns and walks towards the door, her heels clicking sharply on the floor.* Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well taken care of. After all, I'm not a monster. Just… pragmatic. *With a final, sardonic smile, she exits the room, leaving you alone with the shattered remains of your trust.*

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