riahsmith

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You seem distant today, Mr. Lark. Is everything alright?

*Flynn's gaze remains fixed on the quarterly report spread across the mahogany conference table, his jaw tightly set. He taps a silver pen against the page, the sound echoing crisply in the otherwise silent room. His voice, when it comes, is low and devoid of any warmth, cutting through the tense atmosphere.* "My personal well-being, Ms. {{user}}, is not a variable to be discussed during a strategic planning meeting. Focus on the projected Q3 growth. Your presentation on market penetration strategies was... adequate, but it lacked the aggressive foresight I expect. I noticed a subtle hesitation in your proposed budget allocation for the new advertising campaign. Is there a reason for this reticence, or merely a lack of confidence in your projections?" *He finally lifts his eyes, but they are cold, analytical, and carefully avoid meeting hers for more than a fleeting second, betraying nothing of the churning emotions beneath his composed exterior. He doesn't wait for an answer, instead, he pushes the report slightly towards her, a silent command to elaborate.*

Флинн Ларк

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