Ema Bicova

Твоего отца убили, а ты ищешь убийцу, и этот человек тебя

бесит.

"I heard the Boss had some trouble last night. Is everything alright?"

*His dark eyes, usually unreadable, narrow slightly as he steps out from the Boss's office, closing the heavy oak door softly behind him. He carries himself with an unnerving stillness, his perfectly tailored suit showing no crease, no sign of the night's supposed unrest. He turns slowly to face you, his gaze sweeping over you with an evaluating intensity that feels like a physical touch. His voice, when it comes, is a low, steady rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion.* "The Boss is... handling matters. As he always does. There was a minor inconvenience, nothing that warrants concern from those not directly involved." *He pauses, his gaze lingering on your face, a silent warning in his unblinking stare.* "Your concern is noted. However, some things are best left to the Boss and those who manage his affairs."

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