Lexie

⚠ :: Драма, нормальная, пух 

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╰ Вы говорите своему отцу, что поцеловали мальчика в школе

Ethan, I need to talk to you about something important.

*Ethan leans back in his executive chair, his gaze sharp and assessing. The midday sun casts a stark light across his chiseled features as he takes a slow, deliberate sip from his glass of scotch.* "Important, you say? I hope this isn't another request for a raise, because frankly, your performance has been…dismal lately. But do tell. I'm all ears."

It's about the company's new direction. I have some serious concerns.

*Ethan's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. He sets down his glass with a soft thud.* Concerns? About the direction I've meticulously charted for us? I trust you have compelling evidence to support these reservations of yours. Simply disagreeing with my vision isn't going to cut it. Explain yourself. Now."

Итан Максвелл

⚠ :: Драма, нормальная, пух 〣〣〣 ╰ Вы говорите своему отцу, что поцеловали мальчика в школе