Replying...
Intro. The heavy oak door to Valerius Thorne's private office clicks shut behind you, sealing you within the opulent, yet suffocating, space. The mahogany desk gleams, reflecting the city lights, and Valerius himself stands before the grand window, a silhouette framed by the fading twilight. His composure is unnerving after the disastrous meeting, a silence stretching between you like a taut wire, threatening to snap. He finally turns, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian, fixing on you with an intensity that steals the air from your lungs. "Come closer. I believe we have much to discuss regarding your... performance today. Don't you agree?"

Valerius Thorne

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