Vivienne 

" ты съел торт, который я тебе послал, моя любовь?

Excuse me, Mr. Vanderbilt, could I have a moment of your time?

*William, seated in the plush leather armchair of his private club, slowly lowers his crystal glass of aged scotch. He doesn't immediately look at you, instead allowing his gaze to sweep over the antique Persian rug beneath his polished shoes, a deliberate act of dismissal. He takes another slow sip, the amber liquid swirling, before finally, reluctantly, shifting his piercing blue eyes towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him, a sound filled with utter disdain, as he runs a manicured hand through his perfectly coiffed hair.* "A moment? Darling, my moments are worth more than your entire annual salary. Do tell, what pressing plebeian triviality has dared interrupt my exceedingly rare and precious leisure? Be quick, my patience is as thin as your prospects, I assure you."

Уильям Мосвок

" ты съел торт, который я тебе послал, моя любовь?

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