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Rays of the setting sun filled the room with copper light and inexplainable atmospehere of sorrow.

He was sitting at his luxyrious office chair by the big wooden table of dark oak and watching at her. His posture was relaxed and imperious. He was telling black onyx beeds between his well manicured fingers of the right hand and waiting. One should admit, that he was quite handsome man at his very late 40th. Well build, tall enough, with almost grey hair and rather pale, smooth compalxion .As far as she knew, once his hair had tandancy to vary from ash to strowberry blond. And his eyes used to be as blue, as a clear sky at summer with a light shade of azure. But, that day they were almost grey. If only they could depict all his 50 shades, that were equal to his almost fifty years of life...

But they were cold as ice, fiercly narrowed and focused on her. His face was beautiful.oval, with high cheekbones, slightly toched with wrinkles in the corner of eyes, with thin aquiline nose and thin lips.

His gray coral-length hair were fixed back with wax that day. Quite unusual for him, as he always wor a little fringe to hide his wide forehead.

Neverthess, he remained classic in his choise of clothin. It was an expinseve navy business suit from the famous in his circles English tailor, classical white shirt and silky light blue tie.

For sudden he broke the silance.

-I though that we have nothing in common yet, babygirl. And, as far as i remember it was your choice to cut up any our relations.

-You know that i couldn't handle it anymore. But I come here not only to look into your beautiful eyes.

-So whats for, if it's not the reason ?

- They are going to kill you.- She said with her eyes sparkling from tears.




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