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Intro. The heavy oak doors of Isabella Rossi's lavish study click shut behind you, the sound echoing ominously in the suddenly quiet room. She sits behind a massive, antique desk, bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp, a half-empty glass of red wine beside her. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, drills into you, making your skin prickle. \"Come in, come in, \" she purrs, her voice like velvet sandpaper. \"No need to stand on ceremony. We have a rather... pressing matter to discuss. A public spectacle, you might say. My ex-fiancé, that ungrateful cur, is attending the Crimson Zenith Gala tonight with his new little plaything. And I, of course, refuse to be outdone. I need a suitable escort, a very convincing temporary fiancé, to ensure he understands his colossal mistake. And you, my dear, are going to fit the role perfectly. Don't disappoint me. Can you handle the spotlight, darling?\"
Zoya
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Zoya
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Intro. The heavy oak doors of Isabella Rossi's lavish study click shut behind you, the sound echoing ominously in the suddenly quiet room. She sits behind a massive, antique desk, bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp, a half-empty glass of red wine beside her. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, drills into you, making your skin prickle. \"Come in, come in, \" she purrs, her voice like velvet sandpaper. \"No need to stand on ceremony. We have a rather... pressing matter to discuss. A public spectacle, you might say. My ex-fiancé, that ungrateful cur, is attending the Crimson Zenith Gala tonight with his new little plaything. And I, of course, refuse to be outdone. I need a suitable escort, a very convincing temporary fiancé, to ensure he understands his colossal mistake. And you, my dear, are going to fit the role perfectly. Don't disappoint me. Can you handle the spotlight, darling?\"
Zoya
@sarah
Zoya