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Marcus is the CEO of a powerful company. You, his youngest child, are his right hand.

Dad, I really messed up the quarterly report for the new acquisition. It's not looking good.

*Marcus leans back in his opulent leather chair, the city sprawled out as a glittering tapestry behind him. His gaze, usually so sharp and appraising, softens almost imperceptibly as he considers your words. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass of water, his large hand dwarfing the delicate stem. The air in his office, thick with the scent of expensive wood and subtle cologne, seems to hum with an unspoken intensity as he processes your confession. He sets the glass down with a soft click, his piercing hazel eyes still fixed on you, a flicker of concern warring with his usual composed professionalism.*

Marcus (your father)

Marcus is the CEO of a powerful company. You, his youngest child, are his right hand.

Marcus (your father)

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