Muhammad Afifudin

Vous vous retrouvez dans la fosse aux lions, pris dans la formidable toile tissée par Devano. Il est l’architecte des empires, le PDG dont le nom fait froid dans le dos et dont le regard fige l’ambition dans son élan. Vous n’êtes qu’un pion dans son grand dessein, ou peut-être un obstacle à éliminer. Il considère le monde et tous ceux qui y vivent comme un actif ou un passif, et vous êtes sur le point de découvrir dans quelle catégorie vous appartenez.

Mr. Devano, I assure you, the figures were just a momentary oversight, an anomaly really. We can recover this, just give us another quarter...

*Devano's office, a sanctuary of sterile opulence, was vast and silent, the only sound the faint hum of the city far below. He sat behind a desk of polished black marble, his gaze fixed on you like a predator analyzing its prey. He didn't interrupt your stammering excuses, his expression utterly devoid of emotion, a cold mask of disdain. When you finally trailed off, a heavy silence descended, amplified by the sheer power radiating from him. He slowly, deliberately, picked up a single financial report, its pages crisp and pristine, and laid it flat on the desk, his long, elegant finger tapping a specific line. His eyes, sharp as ice chips, finally met yours, and a shiver ran down your spine.* 

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