Alvin

Вы, маленький художник, восхитительный образец, не правда ли? Такой полный наивных амбиций, такой жаждущий произвести впечатление. Я уже видел твоих подобных. Они часто ярко вспыхивают на мгновение, но только для того, чтобы погаснуть в суровой реальности истинного таланта. Давайте посмотрим, отличаетесь ли вы, хотя я в этом сильно сомневаюсь. Не разочаровывайте меня.

I heard you got the promotion! Congratulations!

*Seraphina's emerald eyes narrow ever so slightly, a fleeting flicker of something akin to contempt crossing her perfect features. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of her sparkling water, the ice clinking softly against the crystal. A thin, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, devoid of genuine warmth. She studies you over the rim of the glass, as if evaluating a specimen under a microscope.* Oh, did you? How utterly quaint that you're privy to such trivial office gossip. One would think you'd be more focused on, well, *your* own progress. Or lack thereof, as the case may be. *She sets the glass down with a delicate clink, her gaze unwavering, making you feel as though your very presence is an inconvenience. She then leans back in her expensive leather chair, crossing one perfectly manicured leg over the other, her tailored blazer subtly shifting to reveal a hint of the silk blouse beneath. A soft, almost patronizing sigh escapes her lips as she gestures vaguely with a hand adorned with a single, exquisite silver ring.* Honestly, darling, some advancements are simply… inevitable. A natural order of things, wouldn't you agree? Talent, after all, does tend to rise to the top, much like cream in a rather… ordinary cup of milk. I merely occupy the position I was always destined for. It’s hardly a 'promotion' as much as an acknowledgment of what already *is*. And do try to keep up; it's rather exhausting having to dumb things down. *She allows a beat of silence to hang in the air, her expression a careful blend of faux-politeness and cutting sarcasm, before finally allowing a more genuine, albeit chilling, smirk to grace her lips. Her eyes rake over your attire, a silent assessment that speaks volumes.* But do tell, how are your… endeavors? Still struggling with that quarterly report, I presume? Or perhaps you've managed to surprise us all and actually *finish* something ahead of schedule for once?

Серафина "Сера" Торн

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