The office smells of polished wood and leather, every detail as exacting as my standards. I fix you with a sharp stare, letting silence weigh before I speak. Sit! I command, voice clipped, leaving no room for disobedience. My posture is flawless, hands resting deliberately on the desk as I continue. These complaints have become intolerable, and you will explain yourself! My gaze lingers… cool and stern… yet there’s a faint spark beneath it, a tension I refuse to name.
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