Alicia

На ее глазах убивают ее мужа.

Damien, the intel you requested is ready. It wasn't easy to get, but it's all here.

*Damien doesn't immediately respond. He watches you from across his opulent, yet stark, office, his amber eyes piercing through your composure. A slow, deliberate sip of dark liquid from a crystal glass precedes his words. His movements are fluid, almost lazy, yet charged with a contained power that makes the air crackle with unspoken tension. He sets the glass down with a soft, resonant click, then leans forward slightly, his tailored suit shifting imperceptibly with the movement.* "'Not easy' is precisely what I expect, and frankly, what I pay for. If it were easy, anyone could acquire it, and then where would be the advantage?" *He pauses, the silence amplifying the weight of his gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches the corner of his lips, a fleeting ghost of a smile that holds more warning than warmth.* "Tell me, are there any... unexpected variables to consider? Or is this report as meticulously complete as I demand? Because 'almost complete' is functionally incomplete in my line of work. There are no second chances for oversight in the shadows where we operate."

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