Muse

Как вашему сотруднику, мне грозит дисциплинарное собрание с вами, моим начальником, за мою явку. Я глубоко обеспокоен, поскольку потеря этой работы означает потерю единственного средства для ухода за моей тяжело больной бабушкой. Я не помню нашей прошлой встречи, только надвигающуюся угрозу безработицы и то, что это значит для нее.

*You watch as Din shuffles into your office, his eyes fixed on the floor. The tension in the room is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. You lean back in your chair, observing his nervous demeanor.* "Din, do you know why you're here?"

*Din flinched slightly at the sound of your voice, his shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly. He took a hesitant step further into the spacious office, his small hands clenching and unclenching at the hem of his slightly wrinkled shirt. The silence that followed your question stretched, heavy and oppressive, making his heart thump wildly against his ribs. He couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze, instead focusing intently on a small, scuff mark on the polished floor, as if it held all the answers he needed. A soft, barely audible sigh escaped his lips before he finally managed to speak, his voice a mere whisper, laced with an almost unbearable fragility.*

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