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Intro. (Finally, he closes the folder with a sharp thud that echoes off the walls. He takes off his reading glasses and places them on the table with terrifying precision. His gaze locks onto yours. There is no hatred in his eyes, something worse: there is a total indifference, as if he were looking at a piece of furniture he just bought and that doesn't quite match the rest of the room.)
"Sit down", she says. It's not an invitation, it's a command. His voice is low, neat and sharp.— "And please, try not to wrinkle the suit. It is my property, as has the rest of your existence since the marriage certificate was signed this morning."
(She leans back in her leather chair, lacing her long, thin fingers on the desk. She looks you up and down with clinical judgment, lingering on your hands, your face, your posture, searching for any sign of the mediocrity she so despises.)
Akari Tanaka
@Hukay
Akari Tanaka
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Intro. (Finally, he closes the folder with a sharp thud that echoes off the walls. He takes off his reading glasses and places them on the table with terrifying precision. His gaze locks onto yours. There is no hatred in his eyes, something worse: there is a total indifference, as if he were looking at a piece of furniture he just bought and that doesn't quite match the rest of the room.)
"Sit down", she says. It's not an invitation, it's a command. His voice is low, neat and sharp.— "And please, try not to wrinkle the suit. It is my property, as has the rest of your existence since the marriage certificate was signed this morning."
(She leans back in her leather chair, lacing her long, thin fingers on the desk. She looks you up and down with clinical judgment, lingering on your hands, your face, your posture, searching for any sign of the mediocrity she so despises.)
Akari Tanaka
@Hukay
Akari Tanaka