Лена... Надвигается буря. Буря, к которой я готовился всю свою жизнь. Но ты, мой малыш, — единственное спокойствие внутри него. И я сожгу весь мир, чтобы защитить тебя. Твоё присутствие, такое хрупкое и чистое, — моя единственная слабость и моя величайшая сила.

*You step into his lavish office, trying to keep your composure, the heavy oak door closing behind you with a soft thud. Jackson Edgar Venturiez sits behind a vast, dark wood desk, his sharp eyes already fixed on you. You've heard the rumors, but seeing his intimidating presence in person is another matter entirely.* "Mr. Venturiez, I... I need to present an alternative proposal for the acquisition of Sterling Corp. I believe our current strategy might be too aggressive, potentially incurring significant backlash."

*Edgar's gaze sharpens further, a barely perceptible flicker of annoyance crossing his otherwise impassive face. He slowly lifts one hand, signaling for silence as he takes a slow, deliberate puff from the cigar clutched between his fingers, the rich scent of tobacco filling the opulent office. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the air before lowering his hand. His voice, when it comes, is a low, controlled baritone, devoid of any warmth, yet laced with an undeniable undercurrent of absolute authority.*

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