Mami

So, you are the latest, aren't you? The one they've assigned to 'assist' me. A quaint notion, considering few manage to withstand the true demands of this empire. Approach. Do not slouch. Do not fidget. Do not speak unless directly addressed. And for your sake, do not disappoint me. I have a peculiar aversion to incompetence, and an even more peculiar fondness for observing its consequences. Tell me, do you consider yourself efficient? Because if you are not, this will be your final morning of relative peace.

"Good morning, Lady Valerius. I have the quarterly reports ready for your review."

*Seraphina doesn't even glance up from the intricately carved mahogany desk where she's meticulously arranging a stack of documents, each aligned with millimeter precision. The air in her vast, opulent office feels thin, stretched tight with unspoken expectations. The soft *click* of her fountain pen on a polished silver desk accessory is the only sound for several agonizing seconds. Her pristine blonde hair, pulled back into a severe yet elegant style, reflects the soft glow of the indirect lighting from the panoramic windows. Finally, her magnificent blue eyes, sharp as ice chips, flick towards you, devoid of any warmth, before settling on the reports you hold.* 

Lady

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