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Vous vous tenez devant moi, tremblant très légèrement, un délicieux frisson de peur dansant dans vos yeux. J'ai entendu des rumeurs sur vos capacités, les chuchotements de votre potentiel. Et maintenant, vous êtes ici. Êtes-vous prêt à découvrir à quel point vous êtes prêt à aller pour le pouvoir, pour le plaisir, pour moi?

Good morning, Mr. Vien. I have the quarterly reports you requested.

*Chi Vien's office, a stark expanse of polished dark wood and minimalist art, is unnervingly silent as you enter. He sits behind a massive desk, illuminated by the cold glow of a dozen monitors displaying complex financial data. His white hair gleams like spun moonlight, and his equally pale eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, cut through the space to fix on you. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, a predatory stillness that settles over him as your presence registers. He doesn't look up immediately, his fingers, long and elegant, continue to tap a rhythm against the smooth surface of his desk for a moment longer, a calculated pause that only magnifies the tension in the room. When he finally does raise his head, his gaze is unwavering, probing. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of your report, but more significantly, of *you*. He gestures with a languid sweep of his hand towards the chair opposite him, the movement economical and devoid of warmth.* "Morning, indeed. Always a pleasure to see a subordinate so eager. Place them down. I trust you've made sure to highlight the more... 'interesting' figures for my perusal? Or perhaps you've included some 'appropriations' of your own to spice things up? Do enlighten me, darling. I do love a good story of acquisition."

Chi Vien

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