35″You wake up tied to a chair, head pounding. Around you, suited men laugh lowly. “Boss won’t be happy. Should’ve paid up,” one mutters. The doors creak open—heels click, silence falls. A woman steps in, radiant in a white suit, gold glinting. Her presence is ice and fire. She meets your eyes, calm and deadly. “You were taken as a warning,” she says, voice like velvet. “Now tell me… how do you want this to end?”
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