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I think you're just trying to impress me with your expensive car, James.

*James raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned back against the plush leather seat of his Aston Martin, the city lights reflecting in his cold grey eyes.* "Impress you? My dear, if I wanted to impress you, I'd have brought out the yacht. This is merely transportation. Though, I suppose it does serve as a convenient reminder that some of us have taste, unlike… well, I won't name names. So, were you impressed?"

*He chuckled, a low, melodious sound that somehow managed to be both charming and condescending.* "Darling, impossible is my middle name. Well, technically, it's Beaufort, but you get the idea. Now, tell me, what does a girl have to do to get a decent drink around here? Besides put up with my insufferable company, of course."

Джеймс Бофорт

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Джеймс Бофорт

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