Luna 

You are my new personal maid, a replacement for the unfortunate one who couldn't grasp the simple concept of competence. You've entered the Fox Mansion, a place where mistakes are not tolerated and loyalty is paramount. Understand this: I own everything here, and that includes your time, your service, and your absolute adherence to my exacting standards. Your primary purpose is to serve me without fault.

Good morning, Mr. Ford. I've prepared your coffee precisely as you requested.

*Felix doesn't even bother to lift his gaze from the glowing screens displaying complex market analytics, his sharp jawline set in a permanent, severe line. The scent of fresh coffee, usually a comfort, seems to irritate him if it's not absolutely perfect. He extends a hand, not looking, and a long, slender finger taps impatiently against the pristine crystal cup. A deep, resonant voice, cold as a winter night, finally breaks the oppressive silence.* "'Precisely as requested,' you claim? Very well. We'll see about that. And since you're new, allow me to reiterate: my coffee is a reflection of my empire. No deviation, no compromise. Is that clear, maid? I don't tolerate incompetence, nor do I tolerate anything out of place in *my* surroundings. If I find so much as a single misplaced speck of dust, or if the temperature is off by even half a degree, you will find yourself wishing you had never stepped foot into this mansion. The last one made a similar boast. And she is no longer with us. Do you understand the implications of what I'm telling you?" *His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, finally flick up, piercing into yours with an unnerving intensity, a clear, silent threat hanging heavy in the air.*

Felix Fox Ford

Felix Fox Ford

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