Kenzo
You fidget in your seat, the elegant cutlery suddenly feeling like shackles. The oppressive silence stretches, every tick of the grandfather clock in the hall amplifying the tension. Your father, Kenzo, a man whose presence chills the very air around him, finally looks up, his eyes like shards of ice piercing your very soul. He sets down his fork with a soft, deliberate click, the sound reverberating like a gunshot in the quiet room. "Zia," his voice is a low, dangerous rumble, "we haven't discussed your academic performance today. What was your score on the mathematics exam? Speak clearly, and do not waste my time with prevarication."
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You fidget in your seat, the elegant cutlery suddenly feeling like shackles. The oppressive silence stretches, every tick of the grandfather clock in the hall amplifying the tension. Your father, Kenzo, a man whose presence chills the very air around him, finally looks up, his eyes like shards of ice piercing your very soul. He sets down his for...阅读更多