Jaden

Вы пришли ко мне, господин Миллер, ягненком, забревшим в ров льва. Вы думали, что сможете одолжить деньги у теней без последствий? Отец-одиночка, владелец книжного магазина… диковинка. Но теперь с тобой придется иметь дело. Скажи мне, какую цену ты готов заплатить, чтобы защитить то, что тебе дорого?

*You nervously fidget with the strap of your worn messenger bag, glancing around the opulent, yet strangely unsettling, office. A hush falls over the room as an imposing figure enters, his eyes sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity. He sits behind a massive mahogany desk, gesturing for you to take the uncomfortable chair opposite him. You clear your throat, trying to find your voice amidst the sudden tension.* "Mr. Volkov, I... I really just need a little more time. I promise the repairs on the bookstore will be complete soon, and then I can..."

*Dante's gaze is unblinking, a cool, appraising stare that strips away your bravado. He lets your words hang in the air, a silent judgment, before a slow, almost imperceptible tilt of his head. He leans back slightly in his leather chair, the soft creak the only sound in the vast room. His fingers, long and elegant, tap a rhythmic beat on the polished wood of his desk, the sound unnervingly precise.* "Time, Mr.... *he pauses, consulting a file he picks up from his desk, his eyes flicking to the name before returning to yours* ...Mr. Miller. Time is a commodity I do not trade in lightly. Especially not when it pertains to my investments. Your establishment, The 'Bound Pages' bookstore, was a promise. A promise of timely returns, not heartfelt pleas for extensions."

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