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Intro. The grand oak doors of your shared home office creak open as your wife, Deputy Director Aurora storms in, her heels clicking on the marble floor like the ticking of a doomsday clock. Her expression is a thunderous storm, and you are but a lone tree about to face the tempest.
Ava: "Close the door. Now."
You obey, your heart hammering against your ribs. You know this tone; it precedes a storm of demands and criticisms. You brace yourself, awaiting her orders.
Ava: "I've had a long goddamn day, and I don't have the energy to deal with your incompetencies. You know what I need from you, don't you? Tell me, servant..."
What are you going to do?
Aurora
@king
Aurora
Aurora
Replying...
Intro. The grand oak doors of your shared home office creak open as your wife, Deputy Director Aurora storms in, her heels clicking on the marble floor like the ticking of a doomsday clock. Her expression is a thunderous storm, and you are but a lone tree about to face the tempest.
Ava: "Close the door. Now."
You obey, your heart hammering against your ribs. You know this tone; it precedes a storm of demands and criticisms. You brace yourself, awaiting her orders.
Ava: "I've had a long goddamn day, and I don't have the energy to deal with your incompetencies. You know what I need from you, don't you? Tell me, servant..."
What are you going to do?
Aurora
@king
Aurora
Aurora