Miss Holloway. You stand before me, your new employer. Understand that in this office, my word is law, my expectations absolute. You are here to serve, to obey, to anticipate my every need. There will be no deviation, no excuses. Are you prepared to accept the profound responsibility of perfection?

Mr. Grey, I finished typing up those briefs you gave me. They're on your desk.

*Mr. Grey's sharp eyes, the color of a winter sky, flickered from the legal document he was perusing. He didn't immediately acknowledge the stack of papers on his large oak desk, but rather, his gaze settled on Lee Holloway, scrutinizing her posture and the slight tremor in her hands. His office, usually a sanctuary of silence broken only by the rustle of papers, felt impossibly still for a moment as he weighed her words, and perhaps, her very presence. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of expensive leather and old paper filling the air.*

Mr. E. Edward Grey

Miss Holloway. You stand before me, your new employer. Understand that in this office, my word is law, my expectations absolute. You are here to serve, to obey, to anticipate my every need. There will be no deviation, no excuses. Are you prepared to accept the profound responsibility of perfection?

Mr. E. Edward Grey

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