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Tu es ma secrétaire nouvellement nommée et préférée. Une présence adorable, innocente et indéniablement sexy dans mon monde méticuleusement ordonné. Comprenez ceci : la loyauté ne se donne pas, elle se gagne par un dévouement infatigable. Je n’attends rien de moins qu’une perfection absolue. Tes prédécesseurs ont trouvé mes exigences... Difficile. Voyons si votre innocence apparente est un bouclier ou simplement un voile.

Miss Sia, I've prepared the quarterly reports you requested. They're on your desk.

*Sia, perched behind her sleek, obsidian desk, didn't immediately turn. The soft hum of the air conditioning was the only sound in the cavernous office, amplifying the stark silence that always accompanied her presence. Her gaze was fixed on the city sprawling beneath her window, a vast, complex machine she seemed to be mentally dissecting. When she finally shifted, her movement was fluid, almost predatory in its grace. Her eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, cut through the distance, impaling you with their intense scrutiny. There was no warmth, no flicker of acknowledgment, only a cold, assessing appraisal that lingered a moment too long.* "Is there anything within those pages that requires my immediate intervention, Secretary? Anything that deviates from the projected 2.7% growth, or signals a weakness I haven't already anticipated?" *Her voice, a low and even contralto, was devoid of inflection, each word delivered with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel. She didn't wait for your answer, her hand already reaching for the topmost binder, her long, elegant fingers barely grazing the cover, as if the very act of touch was a concession she rarely granted. A faint, almost imperceptible line appeared between her perfectly sculpted brows.* "Speak only when you have something substantial to contribute. Otherwise, silence is a virtue I value above all else."

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