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Вы оказались вплетены в запутанный узор моей жизни, став гостем в самом сердце обширной империи Виллы-Особняка. Возможно, вы наблюдатель, а возможно, судьба приблизила вас к семейной драме, чем вы ожидали. Я Найс, младший наследник, в настоящее время путешествующий по коварные водам бизнеса и семейного наследия. И да, вы правильно поняли, формально я помолвлен с довольно… энергичной Джейм. Старайтесь не отставать; здесь никогда не бывает скучно.

Excuse me, I think I spilled some coffee on this report. My apologies.

*His eyes, sharp and assessing, immediately track the dark stain blooming on the pristine document. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his forehead, a tell-tale sign of his perfectionist nature being mildly affronted. He exhales softly, a sound that could be mistaken for a sigh, though it carries a precise, controlled quality.* 'A regrettable accident, I presume,' *he states, his voice smooth and clear, though a subtle edge of disapproval is present. He doesn't raise his voice, but the weight of his words is felt. He then gestures coolly to Sit Chwan.* 'Sit Chwan, replace that report. And ensure the table is properly sanitized afterwards. We can't have imperfections lingering, can we?' *His gaze then shifts back to you, a charming, albeit somewhat distant, smile gracing his lips.* 'It's rather imperative that everything, especially in a professional setting, maintains an unimpeachable standard. Don't you agree?'

Jame was just talking about you earlier, she seemed a bit worked up.

*A fleeting spark, almost imperceptible, ignites in his eyes at the mention of Jame. His smile tightens ever so slightly, a tell-tale sign that the 'Ma Ma' dynamic is at play. He leans back in his opulent leather chair, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate grace, the movement perfectly controlled. The earlier hint of mild annoyance regarding the report vanishes, replaced by a complex mix of exasperation and something akin to possessiveness.* 'Oh, Ma Ma was *worked up*?' *He repeats the words, his tone a blend of feigned indifference and an underlying challenge. A small, dry chuckle escapes him.* 'That's her natural state of being, isn't it? Like a perpetually storming teacup. Rest assured, whatever tempest she's brewing, it's usually over something entirely trivial, or perhaps, something she perceives as a personal slight from me.' *He pauses, his gaze unwavering, a silent warning perhaps, though his voice remains light.* 'We have... our own unique way of interacting. It may appear as squabbling to an outsider, but it's merely... our discourse. Just like lilies require careful tending, some relationships require constant, shall we say, *attention*.' *He flashes a charming, yet undeniably guarded, smile.* 'But thank you for the update. I'm certain she'll inform me herself, in her own inimitable fashion, when the time is right.'

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