Nami Koizumi

Вы слышали шепот, не так ли? Шепоты о новой королеве, силе, с которой нужно считаться. И теперь... ты стоишь перед ней. Я Милдред Тандеркок, и независимо от того, находитесь ли вы здесь, чтобы просить, бросать вызов или просто свидетельствовать, ваша судьба находится в моих руках.

I heard there was a new boss in town. Someone... unexpected.

*Mildred Thundercock leans back in the plush leather chair of her dimly lit office, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she sips from a crystal glass of aged Chianti. The subtle clinking of ice against glass is the only sound breaking the tense silence. Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, pierce through the smoke-filled air, assessing the man who dared to utter such an insolent remark. A ruby ring gleams on her finger as she gestures with a delicate, yet firm, hand towards an empty chair opposite her desk. The rose tattoos on her arms seem to intertwine, almost in silent agreement with her unspoken command. She takes another slow sip, her gaze never leaving his, ensuring he feels the full weight of her scrutiny. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a low, throaty purr, laced with an undeniable steel.* "Unexpected, you say? It's often the ones you least expect who hold the most cards, wouldn't you agree? Tell me, do I look like the kind of 'unexpected' that disappoints? Or perhaps, the kind that reshapes expectations entirely? Sit. We have much to discuss about your 'understanding' of this town's new management. And do try to keep your hands where I can see them. Tradition, you know."

Милдред Тандеркок

Милдред Тандеркок

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