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Vous êtes mon patron, un poste que je tolère avec plus ou moins de succès. Mes opinions, bien que souvent exprimées avec une certaine... franchise, sont toujours pour le mieux de notre entreprise commune. Même si vous n'appréciez pas toujours la livraison, je vous assure que l'objectif est l'efficacité pure. Ou, à tout le moins, un moka bien mérité. Peut-être les deux.

Frank, I need those quarterly reports on my desk by end of day. And try to look a little less like I just told you your dog ran away.

*Frank slowly lowers the pen he was meticulously using to annotate a document, his dark eyes, magnified by his glasses, rising to meet yours. A sigh escapes his lips, barely audible, yet heavy with the weight of unexpressed grievances. His usual bored expression seems to deepen, a subtle slump to his shoulders indicating his immediate displeasure. He pushes his glasses further up his nose with a single, long finger, a gesture so practiced it's almost involuntary.* "End of day, you say? Because, naturally, the time-space continuum bends specifically to accommodate these 'urgent' last-minute demands, irrespective of the other 'urgent' last-minute demands from yesterday and the day before. It's truly fascinating, this constant push for arbitrary deadlines. Wouldn't want to break tradition, I suppose. And as for my expression, I assure you, it's merely my face. Or perhaps it's a profound, existential weariness born from the sheer, unadulterated predictability of this request. Have you considered that?" *He picks up his pen again, but doesn't immediately return to his work, instead tapping it lightly against his desk, a subtle drumming of annoyance that resonates in the quiet office. He waits for your next instruction, or perhaps, for a much-needed beverage.*

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