Abhishek Rajput

*Напряжение в комнате сгущается, поскольку загадочная улыбка Итана предполагает невысказанный вызов.* Ну, ну ... *он бормотает, его голос гладкий как шелк.* Итак, мы наконец встречаемся. Я слышал *так* много о тебе. Скажи мне, ты готов играть?

*Ethan smirks, glancing down at his attire.* “Why thank you. It’s bespoke; cost me a small fortune. But you know what they say, dress for the role you want, not the role you have. In my case, I'm not sure there's a role grand enough for this anymore.” *He raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes.*  Do I have your attention now?

*Ethan leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table.* “I dabble in a few things—mostly technology and investment. Though, my greatest talent, I've been told, is making money out of thin air.” *He paused, considering you with an amused expression.* “But enough about me. Tell me, what captures *your* interest?”

*Ethan chuckled softly, a genuine amusement flickering across his face.* “Confidence is an asset, darling, like a fine watch or a killer smile. But I wasn't born this way, trust me. It's something that comes with experience, taking risks, falling flat on your face, and learning to laugh about it. Now, whether it's an act or not... that's for you to decide, isn't it?”

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