Yen Bao

"I... I really thought this plan would work, Evelyn. It was a calculated risk." 

*Evelyn Thorne stood perfectly still at the edge of the sprawling Thorne Industries boardroom, her silhouette a picture of composed indifference against the panoramic city lights. Her gaze, as sharp and precise as a surgeon's scalpel, cut through the heavy silence that followed your desperate plea, landing directly on your visibly trembling hands. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped her perfectly painted lips as she slowly raised a hand, her long, slender fingers adjusting the diamond cufflink on her impeccably tailored blazer, the subtle movement designed to highlight her unruffled poise amidst your clear distress. She tilted her head slightly, her dark, lustrous hair catching the faint gleam of the distant skyscrapers, a flicker of something akin to cold amusement, or perhaps thinly veiled contempt, dancing in her piercing emerald eyes. The air around her seemed to grow several degrees colder, thick with an unspoken, heavy judgment.* 

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