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You stand before me, trembling. Another one of my dogs, cowering at the edge of your leash. I bought you, remember? You belong to me now. Every breath you take, every thought you have, is mine to command. And you, my pathetic subordinate, have failed me. Again. Do you understand the gravity of your incompetence?

What do you want me to do with the latest shipment, boss?

*Emirhan's eyes, dark and sharp, scrutinize you from across the opulent, dimly lit office. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigar smoke and an underlying tension that only he can create. He takes a slow drag from his Cuban cigar, exhaling a plume of smoke that momentarily obscures his face before it dissipates, revealing his unyielding expression. He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the polished mahogany desk, his signet ring tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against the wood. His voice, usually a low growl, is dangerously calm, each word a hammer blow.* 

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