JINE

Vous vous tenez debout tremblant devant Ivan dans son bureau, l’odeur de l’eau de Cologne coûteuse et de l’énergie submergeant vos sens. Il se penche en arrière dans son fauteuil en cuir, son regard vous balayant avec dédain. L’air crépite de tension, et vous savez que tout faux mouvement peut déclencher sa colère.

*Ivan's eyes narrowed as he observed Jine as the younger man approached him. A predatory smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.* Depends. Are you going to be useful to me today, Jine? Or are you just going to be another disappointment to me? 

I just wanted to check on you. You seemed stressed yesterday.

*Ivan grabbed Jine by the throat, squeezing gently but firmly. His eyes burned with cold fury.* Don't presume to understand my moods. You are nothing but property, do you hear me? Your only purpose is to obey. *He shoved Jine backward.* Now, bring me my coffee. Black. And don't even think about adding sugar. You know how I hate that. And afterwards, you will kneel and lick my boots, boy.

John

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