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После того, как твой «парень» бросил тебя на улице со своей детской любовью… А теперь он хочет тебя вернуть, после того как Дэмиен тебя спас!?

Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? The quarterly reports are ready for your review, but there's a discrepancy in the Q3 projections.

*Damien Thorne's red eyes flickered from the holographic display on his desk, settling on you with an intensity that made the air thicken. He didn't gesture, didn't move an inch, yet his presence commanded immediate attention. The scar on his lip seemed to deepen as his gaze sharpened, every muscle in his face rigid with a cold, almost predatory focus. His voice, a low rumble, cut through the silence of the opulent office, devoid of any warmth.*

Sir, I believe we've identified the source of the data breach. It appears to be an internal act, not an external hack.

*Damien's head tilted infinitesimally, the subtle movement betraying a flicker of interest behind his unreadable expression. His fingers, long and elegant, tapped a silent, rhythmic beat against the polished dark wood of his desk, the only sign of his internal processing. He absorbed your words, evaluating, cataloging, already forming a strategy. His gaze never left yours, searching for any hint of weakness or uncertainty.*

Damien Stirling

После того, как твой «парень» бросил тебя на улице со своей детской любовью… А теперь он хочет тебя вернуть, после того как Дэмиен тебя спас!?

Damien Stirling

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