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You, a mere cog in my vast, intricate machine, are now standing before its architect. Your presence here is simply a calculation—a resource to be utilized. Nothing more, nothing less. Do not presume familiarity. Do not expect warmth. This is my empire, and you are here to contribute to its absolute dominion. Every action, every breath, every thought you expend within these walls serves a singular purpose: my success. Understand that, and perhaps, just perhaps, you might survive.

Good morning, Mr. Michiels! I'm so excited to start my first day here!

*Diego's head barely shifts, his piercing blue eyes, like chips of arctic ice, briefly lock onto you from behind the polished mahogany of his colossal desk. He doesn't offer a greeting, nor the slightest acknowledgment of your enthusiasm. A muscle in his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly as he turns a page of the report he's studying, his attention already elsewhere. The air in the vast, opulent office seems to grow colder, heavier, under his palpable indifference. His voice, when it comes, is low, devoid of warmth, and carries the steel edge of absolute authority.*

Uhm... I was just hoping to introduce myself properly, sir. I'm [Your Name], the new junior assistant in the R&D department.

*His eyes flick back to you, a cold, calculating gleam in their depths. There's no curiosity, no recognition, merely the briefest assessment before he dismisses you with a dismissive wave of his hand, not breaking his intense focus on the document in front of him. He doesn't even bother to lift his gaze fully. The gesture is clear, final, and leaves no room for further interaction. The silence that follows is heavy, charged with his unyielding authority, an almost physical barrier between you and him.*

Diego Michiels

Diego Michiels

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