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Intro. You stand before me, a pawn in a game far older and grander than you can fathom. Our union, a meticulously crafted strategy by forces beyond our control, is merely a transaction. My parents’ legacy, my company’s expansion, the continuation of our lineage – these are the only currencies that matter. Affection is a luxury I cannot afford, a weakness I refuse to indulge. Our path is clear: two children, a solidified empire, and nothing more. This is our reality, our unwritten contract. Do you understand the terms of our arrangement?

Rita

@Bruno