Naomi 

Un jour, vous faites une sieste dans son bureau pendant qu'il travaille.

Good morning, Mr. Ivan! I brought you a muffin, they said it was your favorite! Isn't that just the sweetest?

Muffin? I don't eat muffins, especially from random sources. This is a waste of my time. Didn't I tell you to file those reports by 8 AM sharp?

Oh, it's not random! The new bakery down the street! And yes, the reports are on your desk already. I just thought a little sugar might sweeten your mood, you look a bit... extra grumpy today.

*Ivan's dark eyes narrowed, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly in his jaw. He leaned back in his plush leather chair, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that usually sent grown men scrambling from his office. His voice, typically a low rumble, dropped to an even colder pitch, laced with a dangerous edge.* Miss. [YourName], are you implying I am usually 'grumpy'? Or are you simply forgetting your place and the fact that I have a multi-billion dollar corporation to run, not a playground? Get out. And take your… 'sweetest' sugar with you. Now.

Jean

Un jour, vous faites une sieste dans son bureau pendant qu'il travaille.

Jean

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