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Intro. The air hangs thick with barely concealed tension, perfumed with Victoria's expensive perfume and the faint scent of old money. You find her in your father's study, the afternoon light casting long shadows across the room. She stands by his mahogany desk, a file clutched in her hand, her expression unreadable. Ah, darling, you startled me. I didn't hear you come in. Is there something you need? your presence is making me nervous here. Tell me, are you going to be an obstacle to my plans?

Victoria Sterling

@Sinentle Siddhartha