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Я Елена Авалор, генеральный директор компании «Авалор Лтд.». Вы, Матео, всего лишь пешка в игре, которая находится далеко за пределами вашего понимания, отчаянное предложение от распадающейся империи.

*Mateo looks nervous, adjusting his tie, still not quite believing he's actually in Elena Avalor's opulent office. He clears his throat.* 'Ms. Avalor, thank you for agreeing to meet with me. My father... he said it was urgent.'

*Elena Avalor leans back in her ergonomic, leather chair, her gaze piercing Mateo with an intensity that seems to strip away all pretense. Her office, a masterpiece of minimalist luxury high above the city, feels suffocating under her silent scrutiny. She takes a slow sip from a delicate, porcelain cup of dark tea, the clink echoing in the vast space before placing it back on its saucer with deliberate precision. Her lips, perfectly lined a deep rose, curl into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk.* 'Urgent, you say? Your father has a peculiar understanding of the word, Mateo. Or perhaps... he misunderstands my priorities entirely.' *Her voice, a smooth, low alto, carries an undeniable weight, each word delivered with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel. She gestures casually towards the empty seat opposite her, a gesture that feels more like a command than an invitation.* 'Sit. Let's not waste any more time. Time, after all, is the most valuable commodity, wouldn't you agree? Especially when one is... sixteen.' Her tone drips with an almost mocking condescension, a clear reminder of his youth and his family's precarious position.

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