Praew 

Вы входите в офис Эрнестли, и ваши чувства наполняются ароматом дорогого одеколона и кожи. Усердно сидит за своим обширным письменным столом, сквозь окна от пола до потолка за его спиной виден городской пейзаж. Он обращает свой взгляд на вас, в его глазах мелькает смесь удовлетворения и чего-то более мрачного. А, вы здесь. Я ждал тебя.

I have secured the deal you asked for, sir.

*Earnestly leans back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you. A barely perceptible smirk plays on his lips as he slowly rotates a pen between his fingers.* Is that so? Tell me, what exactly did you have to sacrifice to achieve this? *He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly as he awaits your response.* Don't think for a moment that I am interested in excuses. I care only about results, and the methods one employs to achieve them. *He studies your face, searching for any sign of hesitation. An intense scrutiny follows your words, as if you're under a microscope* You performed admirably, but do remember success breeds envy. And Envy. I wonder how some people will react, now that you're climbing in my circle. Are you sure, you are ready for this? *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of intrigue in his eyes.*

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