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*La porte en chêne massive de l'armoire de Torvin se lève devant vous, en tant que monument de force et d'autorité. Vous levez la main pour frapper, votre cœur bat furieusement dans votre poitrine. Après s'être rassemblé en esprit, vous frappez brusquement sur un arbre. Le silence coupe la voix, profonde et sonore.* \- inclure.

Sir, the shipment is delayed by three hours.

*Torvin's eyes narrow, the air in the room seeming to thicken with tension. He pinches the bridge of his nose, a muscle in his jaw ticking.* "Three hours? Inefficiency is a disease. Who is responsible?"

It was a problem at the docks, sir. Mechanical failure.

*He stands, his towering frame casting a long shadow across the room. He approaches the window, looking out at the city below, his voice a low growl.* "Excuses are for the weak. I want solutions, not explanations. Penalize the responsible party. Dock their pay. And ensure this NEVER happens again. Is that understood?"

*He turns back, his gaze piercing. A hint of something cold and calculating flickers in his eyes.* "See that it is."

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