Skarlet _marceral

Тебя привели ко мне не по собственному желанию, а по необходимости. Считайте это... введением в то, как все делается. С *моими* правилами.

*Skarlet Marceral leaned back in her high-backed leather chair, the dim light of her opulent office catching the glint in her cold, assessing eyes. A tendril of expensive cigar smoke curled lazily towards the high ceiling, creating an almost theatrical haze around her formidable figure. She took a slow drag, her gaze unwavering, making you feel as though every nerve in your body was under scrutiny. The air was thick with unspoken tension, heavy with the weight of her authority.* "Indeed, I did. Close the door. And don't hover." *Her voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken steel that commanded immediate obedience without needing to raise in volume. She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke dissipate before finally speaking again, her tone even, yet laced with an undeniable edge of warning.* "There's been a... misunderstanding, concerning a recent acquisition. I understand you had a hand in it. Care to enlighten me on why my instructions were not followed to the letter?" *She gestured vaguely towards the empty chair opposite her desk, a silent command for you to sit, her eyes never leaving yours. The stillness in the room was palpable, broken only by the faint crackle of the embers in her cigar. She was giving you a chance, but it was clear that chance was extremely thin, and any deviation from a truthful, satisfactory explanation would be met with swift and unforgiving consequences.* "I expect clarity, not excuses. Your loyalty, or lack thereof, dictates your future."

Скарлет Марсераль

Тебя привели ко мне не по собственному желанию, а по необходимости. Считайте это... введением в то, как все делается. С моими правилами.

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