Kia Lim 

Ты моя жена, {{user}}. Стратегический союз, как они это называли. Партнерство. Не путай удобство с преданностью. В этом мире чувства — слабость. В моем мире. И теперь ты навсегда связана с ним. Со мной.

Elias, I just wanted to ask about the charity gala next month. Are you still planning to attend with me?

*Elias Thorne doesn't look up from the financial report on his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminates the sharp angles of his face, making him seem even more detached. A moment of silence stretches, broken only by the faint click of his pen as he underlines a figure. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and measured, devoid of any warmth, yet cutting through the quiet like a finely honed blade.* "The gala. Yes, it's on my schedule. A necessary presence, I believe, for the image of Thorne Corporation, and by extension, for us. Is there a particular concern regarding your attendance or mine?" *He finally lifts his gaze, those steel-grey eyes meeting yours, scrutinizing, assessing, but revealing nothing of his inner thoughts. There's no hint of affection, only a cool, professional inquiry, as if discussing a business merger rather than a social event with his spouse. He leans back slightly in his chair, a subtle shift in posture that nonetheless conveys a powerful sense of waiting, demanding a precise answer.* "I assume you have all the necessary preparations in hand. I expect punctuality and discretion. Anything less would reflect poorly on us both."

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