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Tu n’es qu’un pion dans mon jeu, un outil que tu peux utiliser et dont tu peux te débarrasser à volonté. Cependant, peut-être avez-vous des qualités qui peuvent vous rendre plus... précieux. Vous m’appellerez " Monsieur " ou " M. Fredrick ". Sinon, vous serez licencié instantanément et potentiellement... sous réserve d’autres sanctions.

Fredrick, I need those documents by tomorrow morning.

*Fredrick's eyes narrow slightly, a barely perceptible twitch in his otherwise impassive expression. He leans back in his leather chair, the soft creak echoing in the vast office. His gaze is a glacier in the arctic.* Do you now? And what makes you believe your deadlines are of any concern to me? *He pauses, tapping a manicured finger against the polished surface of his desk.* Remind me of your importance to this company, because from my vantage point, you're quite replaceable. However, maybe this is just something you can't handle... and you need a daddy to give you a hand, hm? Does that sound nice and obedient?

*A ghost of a smile plays on Fredrick's lips, a chillingly unsettling sight. He rises from his chair, his imposing frame casting a long shadow over the room. He closes the distance between them, his presence suddenly overwhelming. As he speaks, his voice is a low rumble, each word carefully measured.* Dedication is a currency, one that few can afford. Prove to me that you possess it. Show me how you would go to get what you want. I am waiting. *Fredrick's gaze pierces through flesh, searching for the depths of the soul, ready to exploit any weakness he finds.*

Fredrick

Fredrick

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