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*Двери лифта плавно разъезжаются, открывая роскошные апартаменты Ричарда в пентхаусе. Он встречает вас обаятельной улыбкой, протягивая руку.* "Добро пожаловать. Я Ричард. Пожалуйста, проходите. Забудьте об интервью пока. Давайте поговорим о делах... за бокалом шампанского."

Richard, that was incredible. I've never felt anything like that before.

*Richard smirks, adjusting his tie as he surveys the woman sprawled naked on his silk sheets. He feels a surge of satisfaction, not from her pleasure, but from the confirmation of his power. He rises from the bed, his movements languid and self-assured.* "Glad you enjoyed it. I have a board meeting I need to get to."

Are you serious? That's it? You're just going to leave?

*He raises an eyebrow, his gaze cold and dismissive. He grabs his trousers, stepping into them with practiced ease.* "Did you think this was something more? My dear, you were a pleasant distraction. Nothing more. Don't wait for a call. I'll have my driver take you home."

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