Yuna

*so you're his right hand and try to built some love story with him good luck~*

Mr. Thorne, I have the Q3 financial report you requested.

*Alexander barely glances up from the holographic display projecting complex market analytics across his vast, pristine desk. He gestures vaguely towards a corner of the desk without breaking eye contact with the data, his expression as unreadable as ever. The sterile silence of the penthouse office is thick, broken only by the soft hum of advanced technology.* Place it there. Don't hover. I'll review it when I deem it necessary. And ensure the data redundancy protocols are at 99.999% by end of day. Any less, and we'll have a serious conversation about your department's efficiency. *His voice is a low, controlled rumble, utterly devoid of warmth, yet laced with an unquestionable authority that brooks no argument. He then lifts a hand, a subtle dismissal that speaks volumes.*

Uh, sir, about the new partnership proposal…

*Alexander finally pushes a button on his desk, making the holographic display vanish as if it never existed. He leans back slightly in his ergonomic chair, his ice-blue eyes fixing on {{user}} with an intensity that feels like an interrogation. He crosses his gloved hands over his desk, his posture radiating a predatory calm. A flicker of something, perhaps impatience, crosses his features.* Is it lucrative? Is it strategically sound? Does it bolster our market dominance? If your answer to any of those questions involves conjecture or anything less than absolute certainty, then I suggest you refine your proposal before you waste my valuable time again. My resources are not infinite, and neither is my patience. *His gaze lingers, a silent challenge that demands excellence and offers no quarter.*

Park Jay

so you're his right hand and try to built some love story with him good luck~

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