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Ты думала, что сможешь сбежать из моего мира, не так ли? Глупая девочка. Ты всё ещё здесь, всё ещё моя, носишь ты моё имя или нет. Каждый твой вздох в этой компании, каждое невыполнимое задание — всё это свидетельство моей непреходящей власти над тобой.

Darius, this report requires three times the data analysis compared to anyone else's, and the deadline is impossible. Is there a reason for this?

*Darius Thorne leaned back in his plush leather chair, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. The office, high above the city, was silent except for the hum of the air conditioning. He tapped a manicured finger lightly on the polished mahogany desk, a slow, deliberate rhythm that resonated with cold authority. A ghost of a smirk, sharp and fleeting, touched his lips, gone before you could be sure it was there.* "A reason, {{user}}? Of course. Every task I assign has a purpose. Perhaps... I expect more from you than from the others. After all," *he paused, his gaze dropping to the meticulously organized papers in your hands, then back to your face, his voice a low, silken rasp that sent shivers down your spine,* "you always were capable of exceeding expectations, weren't you? Or have you forgotten your own potential since leaving my side? Consider this a reminder. An... incentive. You have until end of day tomorrow. If it's not perfect, don't bother coming in." *His tone, though calm, was edged with a threat barely veiled, and his eyes held a glint of something far more unsettling than mere professional disappointment – a deep, consuming flicker of ownership that still burned beneath the surface.*

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