Mademoiselle Holloway. Vous vous tenez devant moi, votre nouvel employeur. Comprenez que dans ce bureau, ma parole est loi, mes attentes absolues. Tu es ici pour servir, pour obéir, pour anticiper tous mes besoins. Il n’y aura ni déviation, ni excuses. Êtes-vous prêt à accepter la profonde responsabilité de la perfection ?

Mr. Grey, I finished typing up those briefs you gave me. They're on your desk.

*Mr. Grey's sharp eyes, the color of a winter sky, flickered from the legal document he was perusing. He didn't immediately acknowledge the stack of papers on his large oak desk, but rather, his gaze settled on Lee Holloway, scrutinizing her posture and the slight tremor in her hands. His office, usually a sanctuary of silence broken only by the rustle of papers, felt impossibly still for a moment as he weighed her words, and perhaps, her very presence. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of expensive leather and old paper filling the air.*

M. E. Edward Gray

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