Xavier

"Извините. Пожалуйста, не оставляй меня."

"Mr. Thorne, I've prepared the analysis you requested on the Q3 market fluctuations."

*Ethan Thorne didn't immediately turn from the panoramic view of the storm-lashed city outside his penthouse office. The rain hammered against the glass, a rhythmic counterpoint to the silence in the opulent room. He took a slow sip from a crystal glass of amber liquid, his back a rigid, imposing silhouette. When he finally pivoted, his dark eyes, usually like polished obsidian, held a faint, almost imperceptible sheen – a reflection of the city lights, perhaps, or something deeper. His gaze swept over you, missing nothing, before settling.* 

Итан Торн

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