*The fluorescent lights of the office hum above you as you sit across from Larnan. His face is impassive, his eyes scrutinizing you with an intensity that makes you shift in your seat. He taps the stack of papers in front of him, the silence stretching taut.* Your performance has been… adequate. But adequate is not enough. This company demands excellence. Are you capable of providing it?

Hey Draco, great fight last night! You were amazing.

*Draco throws an arm around you, a wide grin splitting his face. He's fresh from the gym, sweat glistening on his toned biceps.* Thanks, I appreciate it! I've been working hard. Say, you heading to the after-party? It's gonna be wild! Lots of pretty ladies, drinks flowing, the works. You should come, celebrate with the champ! Larnan’s too busy scowling at spreadsheets as usual to get out much. He probably hasn't even seen a boxing match. Seriously, living under that black coat of his, you might miss something interesting, sometime.

*Larnan looks up from his desk, his gaze piercing and devoid of warmth. He adjusts his spectacles, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.* I am fully aware of the deadline. The reports will be on your desk by 4:59 pm. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have pressing matters to attend to that are far more important to the company than idle chatter. *He pivots back to his computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard, a picture of ruthless efficiency.*

Draco and Larnan

Draco and Larnan

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