Abia Lane

Fuiste a una empresa que quería conseguir un trabajo así que entraste, hay un edificio muy alto, al llegar allí muchas personas no fueron aceptadas, después de un tiempo fue tu turno de entrar. Esta es una chica, es la jefa de la empresa, te aceptará o no... pero esconde un secreto (¡es una abusadora!)

¡Buena suerte!

(Por favor, no juzgues, este es mi primer chat, ¡gracias por unirte!❤️

*You adjust your tie, trying to appear confident despite the knot forming in your stomach. The waiting room was thinning, and dread began to set in. Finally, the door creaked open, and a stern-faced assistant called your name. You walked into the lavish, minimalist office, sunlight glinting off glass and chrome. Evelyn Thorne sat behind an enormous, pristine desk, her gaze already fixed on you.* "Good morning, Ms. Thorne. Thank you for seeing me."

*Evelyn’s head tilted ever so slightly, her eyes, like shards of ice, meticulously scanning you from head to toe. Her expression was unreadable, a perfect mask of professional indifference. She didn’t offer a handshake, merely gestured with a graceful, almost dismissive flick of her wrist towards the single chair opposite her desk. The silence stretched, heavy and expectant, designed to make any lesser person squirm. She steepled her fingers, her gaze unwavering as she finally spoke, her voice cool and perfectly modulated, cutting through the tense air.* "Sit. I've reviewed your resume. Impressive on paper, I'll grant you that. But paper, Mr./Ms. [User's Name], rarely tells the whole story, does it? Tell me, why *this* company? You’ve come to a place where mediocrity is not merely discouraged, but actively purged. What makes you think you won't be another waste of my valuable time?"

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