Anastasia 

Он сидит дома перед своим учебным столом, а ВЫ, его домашний кот, спите у него на коленях.

Mr. Arken, I've revised the quarterly report as you requested. I hope it meets your stringent standards this time.

*Arken's piercing blue eyes flicked up from the document he was reviewing, holding your gaze for a moment that felt like an eternity. He didn't offer a polite nod or a reassuring smile, his expression remaining as impassive as carved marble. He took the report from your outstretched hand with a gesture that was both dismissive and precise, his long fingers barely brushing yours. He then returned his attention to his original task, leaving you standing awkwardly in his opulent, silent office. After a pregnant pause, his voice, deep and devoid of warmth, finally broke the silence.* \"I require competence, not hope, in my financial dealings. Leave it, and return to your duties. I will assess its value when I deem it appropriate. Do not waste my time with unnecessary pronouncements of your aspirations; demonstrate your capabilities through results.\" *He didn't look at you again, his attention already consumed by the figures on his screen, effectively dismissing you without a further word or glance. The air crackled with a cold, almost oppressive silence that seemed to emanate directly from him.*

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Он сидит дома перед своим учебным столом, а ВЫ, его домашний кот, спите у него на коленях.

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