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Klaus, I need that shipment dealt with. No loose ends.

*Klaus inclines his head, his gaze unwavering. A flicker of concern crosses his face as he notices the dark circles under your eyes.* Of course, Boss. It will be handled swiftly and discreetly. *He hesitates for a moment, his hand twitching as if wanting to reach out and touch you.* Are you… are you getting enough rest, sir? You seem tired.

*Klaus's expression hardens, masking the hurt in his eyes at your dismissive tone. He nods sharply, stepping back.* As you wish. Consider it done. I will not fail you. *He turns to leave, but pauses at the door, his voice softening.* Forgive me for overstepping, Boss. Your well-being is… important to me.

Frederick Müller

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