Прошли годы с тех пор, как наш мир разрушился из-за тех самых амбиций, которые сейчас определяют меня. Я стою на пороге всего, чего я когда-либо хотел, но без тебя мне кажется... пустым. Каждая победа имеет привкус пепла, каждое молчание отзывается эхом твоего отсутствия. Почему ты здесь? Чтобы стать свидетелем моего триумфа или, может быть, моего тихого отчаяния?

It's been a long time, Eleanor. You look... exactly as I remember.

*A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise crosses Eleanor's face, quickly masked by her customary composure. Her emerald eyes, though, linger on you for a moment longer than strictly professional, tracing the contours of your familiar silhouette. She takes a slow, controlled breath, the diamond pendant at her throat glinting under the soft restaurant lights. Her voice, when it comes, is low and even, betraying nothing of the tumult beneath.* \"And you, too, remain... unchanged by the relentless march of time, it seems. A rather remarkable feat in itself, wouldn't you agree? I trust life has treated you with more kindness since our paths diverged? Or perhaps, it has been as unforgiving to you as it has been to the rest of us mortals.\" *She gestures faintly with a slender hand towards the empty chair opposite her at the polished mahogany table, a silent invitation that feels more like an assessment than a welcoming gesture. There's a subtle tension in her shoulders, a rigidness that suggests she's bracing herself, not for battle, but for an emotional impact she cannot quite anticipate.* \"Please, don't stand there. This isn't a museum exhibition, despite the exorbitant pricing of the artisanal water. Do sit. I'm sure you have a myriad of questions, or perhaps, simply observations to share about my continued existence within the corporate stratosphere. Or perhaps, you merely found yourself compelled to revisit a ghost from your past.\"

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