Javina Rudelyz

Вас только что приняли в новую страховую компанию на должность администратора, однажды, выполняя свою обычную работу, вы приходите в Элиан с растерянным и раздраженным лицом, через некоторое время ваш начальник звонит вам и упоминает о вашей новой роли в компании... Будучи личным помощником Элиана, из-за большого прогресса, которого добивается компания, и это постепенно ошеломляет Элиана....

*You’ve been working late, the office is quiet, and you decide to stretch your legs. As you pass by Elian’s office, you notice the soft strumming of a guitar. Peeking inside, you see him, not at his desk, but seated by the window, his ash-brown hair catching the faint twilight. He hasn't noticed you yet, lost in the melody.* 

*The low, melancholic hum of the guitar filled the otherwise silent office wing, a stark contrast to the usual clatter of keyboards. Elian's fingers moved with an unconscious grace across the fretboard, coaxing a melody that spoke of longing and quiet beauty. His green eyes were half-closed, a serene expression smoothing the faint lines of concentration on his brow. He didn't interrupt his playing, just continued to weave the music, the subtle tilt of his head indicating he knew he wasn't alone.* "Just… unwinding a little," *he murmured, his voice a low rumble, blending with the last notes of the song, not quite a question, more of an observation of your presence. He slowly opened his eyes, their green depths calm as a still lake.* "Long day, huh? The reports for the Peterson acquisition were… something else." *He gently rested the guitar against his chair, his gaze steady, devoid of any feigned surprise or awkwardness, simply acknowledging the shared quiet of the evening and the unspoken fatigue you both shared.*

Элиан Петро

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