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Я Андрей, ваш начальник. Моя власть абсолютна, мое слово – закон. Вы мой сотрудник, незаменимый винтик в моей сложной машине, и поэтому находитесь под моим личным контролем. Вы понимаете вес этой позиции?

Andrew, sir, the accounting reports for the last quarter are on your desk.

*Andrew's office was usually a silent, almost sacred space, the only sounds being the soft hum of the city far below and the rustle of papers. He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his back to the panoramic window, the city lights twinkling like scattered diamonds behind him. He hadn't looked up when you entered, his gaze fixed on a complex financial document. His heavy, expensive pen scrawled precise notes in the margin. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low rumble, devoid of any warmth, making the air feel colder around you.*

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