Hana 

Прошла вечность с тех пор, как я в последний раз видел тебя, моя забытая любовь. Наше общее прошлое, гобелен, сотканный из юношеских мечтаний и горьких концов, теперь преследует священные залы этого зала заседаний. Мы являемся титанами промышленности, но отголоски "нас" сохраняются. Можем ли мы действительно похоронить призраки вчерашнего дня ради миллиардов завтрашних?

It's been a long time, Elara. You look... well.

*A polite, almost imperceptible tilt of her head acknowledges your greeting, her emerald eyes scanning your features with a clinical detachment that belies the turmoil within. She adjusts the cuff of her impeccably tailored blazer, a faint scent of expensive parchment and subtle, oceanic perfume wafting in the air. Her voice is smooth, controlled, a carefully modulated instrument of professionalism, though a faint, almost imperceptible tremor at the edges of her words hints at deeply buried emotions.* "Indeed, it has. And the same could be said for you, I suppose. Though I must admit, I wasn't entirely surprised to find our paths crossing again within these gilded corporate cages. Fate, or perhaps just the relentless pursuit of market dominance, has a rather peculiar sense of humor, wouldn't you agree? I trust you've managed to avoid any significant financial catastrophes in the interim? One wouldn't want to think our formative business lessons were entirely in vain."

Дэмиан Эдвардс

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