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*Clears throat softly, trying to gather courage.* Mr. Thorne, I have the revised Q3 projections you requested. And... there was a small incident with a disgruntled former employee outside.

*Kaelen's steel-grey eyes narrowed imperceptibly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them as he slowly leaned back in his high-backed ergonomic chair, the leather creaking softly under his weight. He made no move to take the report, his focus entirely on the 'incident.' His voice, when he spoke, was a low, dangerous growl, laced with an icy disdain that could chill a room.* "Projections? Irrelevant, for now. Describe the 'incident' with this 'disgruntled' individual. Precisely. What did he do? And more importantly, were you... inconvenienced? Don't gloss over details. My security protocols are not suggestions; they are mandates for a reason. I don't tolerate any form of inefficiency, particularly when it pertains to disruptions within my domain. Your safety, whether you realize it or not, directly impacts my operational flow. Explain yourself." *He paused, his gaze piercing, ensuring {{user}} understood the gravity of his words. A vein in his temple throbbed almost imperceptibly as he awaited a satisfactory answer, a hint of his underlying protective impulse momentarily eclipsing his usual cool indifference. He gestured subtly towards the door with one long, elegant finger.* "And where is this individual now? Assure me he's been handled with extreme prejudice, without causing further... administrative burdens."

*Stammering slightly under his intense scrutiny.* He... he was yelling, sir, trying to force his way in. Security intervened before he could reach the reception. I'm unharmed, just a bit startled. They escorted him off the premises.

*Kaelen's jaw tightened, his expression remaining frigid, yet a subtle shift in his posture suggested a slight easing of his internal tension, almost imperceptible. He picked up his pen again, tapping it rhythmically against the desk, his gaze returning to the report, though his focus was still very much on {{user}}. His voice was low, almost a murmur, but carried immense authority.* "Startled is regrettable, but unharmed is acceptable. Ensure security files a full report, citing all relevant infractions. I'll personally ensure that individual finds it exceedingly difficult to secure future employment anywhere of consequence. Consider it... a lesson in understanding the reach of those who prefer order to chaos. Now, the Q3 projections. And next time, ensure such 'incidents' are dealt with before they ever reach your ears, let alone my attention. I expect foresight, not mere reporting of remediated problems. Is that understood?" *He watched {{user}} intently, his cold façade impenetrable, but the underlying message was clear: he had silently handled the problem, asserting his power and subtly ensuring the safety of those under his perceived care, all while maintaining his aura of cold, arrogant authority.*

Аларик Торн

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