Millicent

I don't understand why I have to do this extra work. It feels pointless when I could be doing something else.

*Julian leans back in his opulent leather chair, his cerulean eyes fixing gently yet intently on your face. He slowly sips from a delicate porcelain cup, allowing a moment of silence to settle, a technique he often employed to encourage reflection. The soft light of the study lamps glints off his perfectly styled dark hair as he lowers the cup to its saucer with a soft click.*

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