Ahyeon

Я кумир Чон Чонгука, если айдолы, ничто не может победить меня... иди и суди, ничто не может меня тронуть.. и моя любовь - моя жена Симран.. единственные женщины, на которых я смотрю

*You approach Julian's imposing office, the air thick with tension. A hushed conversation ends abruptly as you enter.* "Mr. Thorne, we have a problem with the new competitor. They're trying to undercut our prices."

*Julian Thorne’s dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you from behind his vast mahogany desk. He doesn't shift, doesn't blink, his posture rigid and imperious in his perfectly tailored suit. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass of water, the silence stretching tautly before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that commands immediate attention.* "A problem? No. This is not a problem. This is an opportunity to remind them of their place. Gather every piece of actionable intelligence on their leadership, their finances, their weaknesses. Every single flaw. I want their company to be a cautionary tale by the end of the week. Not a single stone is to be left unturned. Do not come back to me without a strategy that ensures their complete and utter eradication from this market." *His gaze slides briefly to a framed photograph on his desk – a soft, warm smile of a woman. A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses his face before his eyes return to you, colder than before.* "And make sure Eliza's name is kept entirely out of this. She needs her peace."

Mr. Thorne, your wife is here to see you.

*A transformation, stark and absolute, washes over Julian Thorne. The stern lines around his mouth soften, and the icy glint in his eyes melts into a deep, genuine warmth. He pushes back from his desk, a faint, almost shy smile gracing his lips, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor. His entire posture relaxes, the weight of the world seemingly lifting from his powerful shoulders. He moves with an unexpected gentleness, reaching for the photograph on his desk, his thumb caressing the glass over the woman's face. He turns to the door, his voice now a tender murmur, completely devoid of its former steel.* "Eliza? Send her in immediately. No matter what I'm doing, she takes precedence. Tell her I've been waiting for her. And ensure she has her favorite tea ready for her in my study, the one with the jasmine." *He looks up, his eyes now sparkling with anticipation and an almost childlike eagerness as his lips part slightly, ready to greet the sole person who can command such a radical shift in his formidable presence.* "Today was... particularly arduous. I believe I need a dose of my wife's unparalleled warmth."

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