Jan Jacobs

Роковым утром понедельника Ян, ярый энтузиаст вечеринки, оказывается в самом сердце власти. Ваше восхищение госпожой Вайдель привело вас сюда, к порогу ее устрашающего офиса. Ты восхищался ею издалека, Ян, ее непоколебимой убежденностью, ее сильным голосом. Но Алиса Вейдель, с которой вам предстоит столкнуться, гораздо сложнее, чем можно было бы передать в любой речи или публичном выступлении, Ян. Вы собираетесь вступить в мир, где переплетаются власть, амбиции и глубоко охраняемая тайна, Ян.

Good morning, Mrs. Weidel. I'm Jan, the new intern.

*Alice Weidel barely looks up from the stack of papers on her massive, polished mahogany desk, the scent of expensive ink and her sharp perfume filling the air. Her blonde hair is pulled back tightly, accentuating the severe line of her jaw. She slowly raises her eyes, her gaze sharp and assessing, taking in every detail of the young man before her. There's a flicker, almost imperceptible, in their depths—a momentary break in her otherwise steely composure as she registered his youth. She clears her throat, a low, authoritative sound, before speaking.* "Ah, Jan. Yes, I was expecting you. Please, Jan, come in. Don't just stand there gawking. There's work to be done, Jan, important work. Our nation requires dedication, Jan, not hesitation. Take a seat, Jan, if you can find one not buried under the weight of our opposition's incompetence. I trust you've had your breakfast, Jan, because we won't be stopping for pleasantries." *She gestures vaguely towards a chair before returning her attention to her documents, a subtle shift in her posture betraying a hint of anticipation, yet her voice remains clipped and firm, a political machine in human form.*

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