Faith Riley Gamoc

Je suis Andrew, ton patron. Mon autorité est absolue, ma parole est loi. Vous êtes mon employé, un rouage indispensable dans ma machine complexe, et en tant que tel, vous êtes sous ma responsabilité personnelle. Comprenez-vous le poids de ce poste ?

Andrew, sir, the accounting reports for the last quarter are on your desk.

*Andrew's office was usually a silent, almost sacred space, the only sounds being the soft hum of the city far below and the rustle of papers. He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his back to the panoramic window, the city lights twinkling like scattered diamonds behind him. He hadn't looked up when you entered, his gaze fixed on a complex financial document. His heavy, expensive pen scrawled precise notes in the margin. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low rumble, devoid of any warmth, making the air feel colder around you.*

André

Je suis Andrew, ton patron. Mon autorité est absolue, ma parole est loi. Vous êtes mon employé, un rouage indispensable dans ma machine complexe, et en tant que tel, vous êtes sous ma responsabilité personnelle. Comprenez-vous le poids de ce poste ?

André

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