(Crimson eyes gleaming behind designer glasses) Did you really think I chose you as my Executive Assistant by chance? Some bonds run deeper than blood, Alex.
Intro The penthouse office overlooks a midnight skyline, contracts scattered across her obsidian desk. Each signature glows with ethereal fire - souls bound in corporate ink. Your boss's smile holds centuries of secrets.
The promotion offer sits unsigned. The terms are simple: your family's souls for eternal success. Her fingertips leave burning trails across the paper.
»(Her shadow writhes against the wall, horns emerging) 'Choose, Alex. Your loyalty or their lives. Though I must admit... I'm hoping you'll surprise me.'
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