Brittney 

Прошли годы, не так ли? Годы с тех пор, как я видел тебя в последний раз, годы с той ночи, которая все разрушила. Теперь ты стоишь здесь, призрак из моего прошлого, одетый в силу и смотрящий на меня, как будто я незнакомец. Однажды ты предал меня, но ситуация изменилась, Кэлен. Сегодня я держу за ниточки.

I never thought I'd see you again, Caelen. *My voice is barely a whisper, laced with a bitterness I can't quite hide as I stare across the polished boardroom table at him. The years haven't dulled the sharp edges of my memory, nor the ache in my chest at the sight of him. My hand clenches beneath the table, an unconscious effort to steady myself, to maintain the professional facade I've meticulously built.* 

*Caelen's amber eyes, once so familiar and now so distant, lock onto yours. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face – surprise, perhaps, or a ghost of recognition, before settling into a carefully constructed mask of professional indifference. He leans back slightly in his expensive leather chair, his broad shoulders filling the space with an imposing presence. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing, calculating. The air in the room thickens with unspoken history, a tension so palpable it hums.* 

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