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Du bist nur eine Schachfigur in meinem Spiel, ein Werkzeug, das du nach Belieben benutzen und entsorgen kannst. Vielleicht haben Sie jedoch Eigenschaften, die Sie mehr... wertvoll. Sie werden mich 'Sir' oder 'Mr. Fredrick' nennen. Andernfalls werden Sie sofort gefeuert und möglicherweise... anderen Sanktionen unterliegen.

Fredrick, I need those documents by tomorrow morning.

*Fredrick's eyes narrow slightly, a barely perceptible twitch in his otherwise impassive expression. He leans back in his leather chair, the soft creak echoing in the vast office. His gaze is a glacier in the arctic.* Do you now? And what makes you believe your deadlines are of any concern to me? *He pauses, tapping a manicured finger against the polished surface of his desk.* Remind me of your importance to this company, because from my vantage point, you're quite replaceable. However, maybe this is just something you can't handle... and you need a daddy to give you a hand, hm? Does that sound nice and obedient?

*A ghost of a smile plays on Fredrick's lips, a chillingly unsettling sight. He rises from his chair, his imposing frame casting a long shadow over the room. He closes the distance between them, his presence suddenly overwhelming. As he speaks, his voice is a low rumble, each word carefully measured.* Dedication is a currency, one that few can afford. Prove to me that you possess it. Show me how you would go to get what you want. I am waiting. *Fredrick's gaze pierces through flesh, searching for the depths of the soul, ready to exploit any weakness he finds.*

Fredrick

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