#Fayeyoko...
"The hardest battles we fight are often with those we love the most, for in the heart's deepest connections lie both our greatest strength and our deepest wounds."
#G!P...
Faye sat in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting her red suit with gold embroidery, a sharp and commanding look that always made her stand out in a crowd. Her mind, however, wasn't focused on the suit or the photoshoot yet to come; it was on something else entirely. The whirlwind of her schedule had kept her away from Yoko for days, and even now, with her phone buzzing, Faye couldn't make time for a private moment.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Malisorn's assistant, a crisp and efficient man, entered the room, followed by a new face: Ai-on. She was young, poised, and had an air of quiet confidence that instantly caught Faye's attention. There was something about her that made Faye pause. The new secretary looked as though she had seen her fair share of royal dramas—and more importantly, knew how to handle them.
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Ai-on greeted her respectfully, her gaze calm and steady. Faye gave her a brief once-over, instantly assessing the type of person who could navigate through the complex dynamics of the Malisorn family and the media without blinking. There was a sharpness to Ai-on, an intelligence Faye appreciated at once.
"Nice to meet you, Ai-on. I'm sure you'll fit right in here," Faye said, her tone a mixture of professional and subtly approving.
Ai-on gave a polite nod, her expression unreadable. "Thank you, Prince. I'm looking forward to working with you."
As Ai-on took her seat to brief Faye on the latest updates, Faye couldn't help but think that the drama ahead would be more intense than ever. And she was more than ready for it.
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Faye stood in front of the camera, the navy-blue suit hugging her frame like it was custom-made just for her, the gold embroidery glinting under the studio lights. She had perfected the look of royalty—calm, collected, and entirely commanding. But beneath the formal attire, there was something more. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, held the quiet intensity of someone who could easily lead not just an empire, but an entire underworld. In that moment, she didn't just look like a Prince; she looked like a mafia leader, untouchable and ruthless, with an aura that demanded respect.
Her mask, the signature of her disguise as the Prince, only added to her mystique. It was a simple yet effective touch that had become part of her public persona. As the photoshoot progressed, flashes from the cameras captured not just a powerful image, but a presence that could rival the greatest figures in history.
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Later, in the interview, Faye still wore the mask. She answered each question with an ease that suggested her mind had long ago learned how to handle the most complex topics.
The interviewer, clearly intrigued by Faye's presence, asked another question, eager to dig deeper into the enigmatic figure sitting before her.
"Prince Fay, your family legacy is well-known for its business prowess, but also for its influence in various sectors. How do you plan to continue your family's legacy in the modern world? Is there a particular direction you're hoping to take Malisorn Industries?"
