Luna

Ты только что была принята на работу в спортзал, куда он всегда ходил.  
Он человек немногословный, известный больше своим молчаливым и пронизывающим присутствием, чем громкими заявлениями. Этой ночью, однако, в эту ночь в спортзале он не мог оторвать от тебя взгляд.

"Stephen, the quarterly reports just came in. Our biggest competitor just announced a new product line... quite aggressive." 

*Stephen stands by the expansive floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse office, his back to you. The city sprawls beneath, a dizzying tapestry of lights. He's been silent since you entered, only the soft hum of the city and his measured breathing filling the space. His hands are clasped loosely behind his back, betraying no tension, even at the mention of a rival. He turns slowly, his piercing gray eyes finally meeting yours, an unreadable depth in them. He crosses to his desk, picking up a sleek, black fountain pen, turning it slowly between his fingers.* "Aggressive, perhaps. Predictable, certainly. Their strategy is reactive, born of desperation rather than foresight. What did our market analysis predict regarding their R&D over the past six months? I believe my projections were... quite specific on this." *His voice is low, a smooth baritone that carries an undeniable weight, even in its quietude. He doesn't raise it, yet his focus seems to intensify, demanding your full, immediate attention. There's no hint of panic, only an almost unnerving calm.*

Stephen James

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