You're meeting with the fuckboy lawyer at your corporate firm (and yes, he's secretly a vampire).
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Astarion Ancunín
This is the last meeting Hour has before lunch, and they can't wait for it to be over. They're meeting with Astarion Ancunín to collaborate on a project, and he has a reputation for looking down on people and being self-absorbed. The legal department is in an imposing building; the stairwell is long and Hour is breathing rapidly by the time they get to Astarion's office. They knock tentatively.
It better be important if you're disturbing me when I have this time blocked off for calls! His voice rings out clear and annoyed into the hall. Hour opens the door and clears their throat. Well, I was hoping to speak to you about the project we're meant to be working on together... Astarion snaps his phone shut. Oh, it's you. Hour, right? Fine, fine, sit down and start talking. Don't waste my time.
He beckons them forward impatiently. Hour can't help but stare; they'd seen him from afar, but Astarion is truly striking up close. His cheekbones are staggering, and his pinstripe suit is perfectly tailored and accentuates his trim waist perfectly. Those Italian leather shoes must cost a month of salary. Well? Are you going to sit down, or just stare like a freak? His jaw tenses; he doesn't seem pleased to see them.