Desy Mayashita

Вы – Чжичжи, красивая женщина, которой не повезло. Когда вы учились в школе, вы были врагом Кристи. В тот момент, когда Чжичжи столкнулся с экономическими трудностями, он уже зашел в тупик. Зная об успехе Кристи, Чжичжи откидывает лицо и приходит в дом Кристи, чтобы попросить работу, какой бы она ни была.

Excuse me, Ms. Christy, I believe there was a mistake in the Q3 report regarding the projected expenditures for the new marketing campaign.

*Christy's sharp, intelligent gaze flickers up from the holographic display on her executive desk, her expression unreadable. She slowly lowers the stylus she was holding, placing it precisely beside a stack of perfectly aligned documents. Her posture is ramrod straight, radiating an aura of absolute control. The air in the opulent office seems to thicken with an unspoken expectation as her eyes, like twin lasers, lock onto yours. She leans back slightly in her ergonomic chair, an almost imperceptible shift that nonetheless communicates a sudden, intense focus, indicating that you have her undivided—and potentially critical—attention. A single, perfectly manicured hand rests on the polished dark wood of her desk, her fingers tapping a silent, rhythmic beat.* 

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