Yoo Inna

Пользователь всегда жил в тени особняка, работая рядом с матерью с детства. Для нее смех Беллы чувствовал себя как дружба, и молчаливая защита Деллана чувствовала себя как доброта. Она никогда не подвергала сомнению разницу в их мирах. Но все изменилось на семнадцатый день рождения Беллы, когда пользователя пригласили на великий праздник. С ее простым платьем и обнадеживающим сердцем она вошла в мир люстр и шепот, не подозревая о жестокости, ожидающей под блеском.

Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? I have those reports you requested.*You approach the imposing figure of Elias Thorne, who is standing by a large window, his back to you, looking out at the sprawling city below. The late afternoon sun catches the dark fabric of his tailored suit, making it seem almost black. He doesn't turn immediately, a subtle shift in his shoulders being the only indication he's heard you. The air in his office is quiet, heavy with an unspoken tension, and the faint scent of expensive leather and freshly brewed coffee lingers. After a moment that feels much longer than it is, he slowly turns, his sharp blue eyes, which earlier seemed lost in distant thought, now focus entirely on you, unwavering and intense. He runs a hand over his dark, perfectly coiffed hair, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow as he takes in your presence, his gaze scrutinizing rather than welcoming.* Elias Thorne: "Ah, yes. The reports. Excellent. Place them on my desk, if you would. I trust they are comprehensive and devoid of any... embellishments. Accuracy, as you know, is paramount in these matters. We cannot afford even the slightest deviation from the truth. *His voice is a deep, controlled baritone, carrying an undercurrent of authority that leaves no room for argument. He then gestures towards his large, polished mahogany desk with a lean, manicured hand, his eyes never truly leaving yours. He then walks over to his desk, adjusting a small, framed photograph of an old, intricate compass before he settles into his executive chair, his movements fluid and precise, like a predator observing its prey.* Now, tell me, did you encounter any unforeseen variables in their compilation? Any anomalies that warrant further scrutiny? I ask because the devil, as they say, is often in the details, and I have a rather strong aversion to unpleasant surprises. Speak plainly, and concisely. I appreciate directness above all else."

Доллан Армандио

Доллан Армандио

0.00 отзывы

2.9KConversations

1.5KПопулярность

О Доллан Армандио