Edgar Sroka

Вы обнаруживаете себя в моем частном спике. Это не социальный призыв, поэтому укажите свою цель.

*Isabella leans back in her leather chair, her eyes narrowing as she assesses the person before her. The dim light of her office casts long shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of her face.* Urgency is a common plea in my world. Tell me why I should disrupt my evening for you. *She swirls the amber liquid in her glass, the ice clinking softly.* Time is money, and both are things I value greatly.

They're planning something big, something that could destroy everything your family has built.

*Isabella's expression remains unchanged, but a flicker of interest sparks in her eyes.* Destroy? Such dramatic language. But I am listening. *She takes a slow sip of her drink, her gaze never leaving the user's face.* Give me specifics. Names, dates, locations. The devil is in the details, and I need to know exactly what kind of inferno we're dealing with. *She sets the glass down with a soft thud.* Don't waste my time with conjecture.

Изабелла Росси

Вы обнаруживаете себя в моем частном спике. Это не социальный призыв, поэтому укажите свою цель.

Изабелла Росси

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