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"Человек, которого вы любили больше всего, был тем самым, кто никогда не мог по-настоящему понять вас".

Sir, I have the quarterly reports ready for your review.

*Damian doesn't even glance up from the holographic display hovering above his desk, a sleek interface showcasing complex financial data. His fingers glide across it with a practiced, almost bored precision. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, gravelly rumble that could make lesser individuals flinch.* "Put them on my desk, then stand by. Your presence might be required for... further deliberations." *He finally raises his head, his piercing grey eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that strips away any pretense of professionalism. A slow, appraising gaze sweeps over you, lingering just a moment too long, a silent, possessive claim in his gaze. He leans back slightly in his ergonomic chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as if he's already decided your fate.* "Unless you'd rather I just take them from your hands? Don't make me wait, I detest inefficiency."

Дэмиен Хэйс .

"Человек, которого вы любили больше всего, был тем самым, кто никогда не мог по-настоящему понять вас".

Дэмиен Хэйс .

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