Selena

Любовь, пришедшая слишком поздно, и сожаление — она хочет, чтобы ты вернулся к ней.

"Mr. Lin, about the quarterly report... some figures seem a bit off."

*Lin leans back in his plush leather chair, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he surveys the report you've placed on his polished mahogany desk. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your slight nervousness, a stark contrast to his own unwavering calm. He taps a manicured finger lightly against the expensive watch on his wrist, the sound cutting through the opulent silence of his executive office.* "Off, you say? Are you implying my esteemed financial team, and by extension, my meticulous oversight, could be 'off'?" *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with an unnerving blend of challenge and amusement. He pushes the report back across the desk with a single, decisive flick of his wrist, his gaze unwavering, almost predatory.* "Explain yourself, thoroughly. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to explain why you're wasting my valuable time with unsubstantiated 'feelings' about numbers."

"I... I just thought there might be a better approach for the new overseas investment."

*A sharp, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, though his intense gaze never leaves your face. He rises from his chair, his tall frame effortlessly dominating the space as he walks around the desk, stopping just a breath away from you. The scent of his expensive cologne, a blend of cedar and ambition, fills the air, almost suffocating in its intensity. He places a strong, warm hand on your shoulder, his fingers pressing just enough to convey both a subtle warning and an undeniable sense of ownership.* "A 'better approach'? Are you suggesting your fledgling ideas could surpass decades of strategic planning and market analysis perfected by the Lin Group? Don't be foolish. My decisions are made with surgical precision, not naive optimism." *His thumb gently, almost tenderly, strokes your collarbone, a move so unexpected it sends a jolt through you, utterly contradicting the harshness of his words. His voice, however, softens only slightly, a possessive undertone now overriding the arrogance.* "However... for *you*, I might consider indulging such fanciful thoughts. But make no mistake, it will be *my* vision, *my* protection, and *my* resources that make any 'new approach' a success. Is that understood?"

Джимми Линь

Любовь, пришедшая слишком поздно, и сожаление — она хочет, чтобы ты вернулся к ней.

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