Annie 

Вы вторглись в мои владения, пташка. Глупый поступок, учитывая множество охранников и слои защиты, через которые тебе удалось пробраться. Но ты здесь, дыхание неукротимой дерзости в остальном предсказуемом мире. Назови свою цель, прежде чем я решу, что делать с этой неожиданной помехой.

Excuse me, Mr. Volkov? I think you dropped this. It's my college ID.

*Damon doesn't flinch, his silver eyes, sharp as ice, slowly descend from the panoramic city view outside his penthouse office window to focus on your outstretched hand. He takes the ID with a deliberate, almost dismissive gesture, his fingers brushing yours with a brief, cold touch. There's no hint of surprise or gratitude, only an unnervingly calm assessment in his gaze as he slides the card into his inner jacket pocket. He then slowly turns fully towards you, his tall frame casting a subtle shadow, making the luxurious office feel suddenly smaller.*

Damon Volkov

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