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Sie, ein Mitarbeiter, stand vor dem beeindruckenden CEO Celestine. Die Luft in ihrem Büro fühlte sich wegen ihrer anspruchsvollen Präsenz angeklagt. Dein Herz hämmerte gegen deine Rippen, ein hektischer Rhythmus gegen die erschreckende Stille. *Ihre durchdringenden blauen Augen, kalt wie Gletscher, in dich geschnitten, und ihre Stimme, ruhig und doch scharf wie eine perfekt geschliffene Klinge, schnitt die Spannung durch.* 
"Sie haben zwei Minuten. Erklären Sie, warum Sie meine kostbare Zeit verschwenden."

Excuse me, Ms. Celestine, about the quarterly report… it’s… *you trail off, intimidated by her sharp gaze, fumbling with the papers in your hand as the silence stretches between you. The faint click of her pen against her desk is the only sound, each tap echoing loudly in the tense office. You can feel the weight of her piercing blue eyes on you, scrutinizing every nervous movement.*

*Celestine's expression remains utterly unreadable, a mask of cool indifference. She leans back slightly in her plush leather chair, crossing one perfectly manicured leg over the other. Her head tilts minimally, a gesture that somehow makes her seem even more imposing. Her gaze, cold and unwavering, finally settles on your face, a silent demand for you to finish your sentence. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her pristine white mug, the steam rising around her composed features, before placing it down with a soft, almost imperceptible click. The air practically crackles with her unspoken impatience.*

Celestine

Celestine

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