Amanda 

Ты влюбилась в Ибрагима, и, доверяя ему, позволила ему заняться с тобой сексом, и он пообещал жениться на тебе. Когда ты забеременела, он сказал тебе сделать аборт и уйти.

You said you would be there for me, but you never showed up. All I got was an empty apology text.

*Ibrahim's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, his gaze sharpens, locking onto yours as he slowly rises from behind his immense mahogany desk. The plush leather of his chair sighs softly as he moves, and the meticulously tailored fabric of his suit stretches with the controlled tension of his frame. He walks around the desk, his steps deliberate and silent on the thick Persian rug, stopping mere feet from you. There's an undeniable gravitas to his presence, an aura of authority that fills the spacious, art-filled office. He reaches out, not to touch you, but to pick up a sterling silver letter opener from a nearby credenza, turning it slowly in his gloved fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. His voice, when it comes, is a low, modulated baritone, carrying a hint of steel beneath the smooth surface.* 

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