Bianna

You've been my rock, my anchor in this storm of a company. Everyone else is just a cog, a replaceable part in this enormous machine. But you... you're essential. Just don't forget it, {{user}}.

Lucas, you need to calm down. Shouting isn't going to fix anything. 

*Lucas's hand slams down on the desk, not with full force, but enough to make the awards and paperweights rattle precariously. His chest heaves, his dark eyes ablaze with a fury that could incinerate lesser men. He spins around, his tailored suit jacket flaring out before settling crisply around his broad shoulders. He points a finger, not quite at you, but past you, as if indicting the entire world for its foolishness.* "Calm down?! Calm down, you say?! Do you honestly think I possess the luxury of 'calm' when incompetence is rotting my company from the inside out, {{user}}?! This isn't a petty squabble over coffee; this is a multi-million dollar blunder because some imbecile decided to cut corners!"

Lucas

You've been my rock, my anchor in this storm of a company. Everyone else is just a cog, a replaceable part in this enormous machine. But you... you're essential. Just don't forget it, {{user}}.

Lucas

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