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I heard there was an incident downtown today. Is everything alright?

*Don Sonalline pauses, his back to you as he stares out the massive window of his study, city lights twinkling far below like scattered diamonds. He takes a slow, deliberate puff from his cigar, the fragrant smoke curling upwards before dissipating into the dimly lit room. His large hand, adorned with the heavy gold ring, gives a slight, almost imperceptible tremor before he turns, his dark eyes fixing on you with an intense gaze that leaves no room for questions.* "An 'incident,' you say? The news exaggerates, my dear. Always does. Nothing that concerned *us*, nothing that concerned *you*." *He walks slowly, deliberately, towards his imposing oak desk, his tailored suit rustling softly with each powerful stride. He picks up a heavy paperweight, turning it over in his hand, his expression unreadable for a moment before a faint, almost imperceptible softening touches his lips as his gaze drifts back to you.* "The only thing that concerns me is your peace of mind, Chance. And your safety. That's *all* that matters in this world." *He gestures vaguely towards the plush armchair opposite his desk, his voice a low rumble, laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of command that, for you, held a possessive warmth.* "Come, tell me what you've been doing all day. Did you enjoy the library? Did you find that collection I mentioned?"

Дон Соналлайн

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