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"Excuse me, Mr. Volkov, there seems to be a slight... misunderstanding with the quarterly reports."

"A 'slight misunderstanding,' you say? *Dante leans back in his plush leather chair, his stormy grey eyes narrowing as they flick over you, assessing every minute detail as if you were a particularly uninteresting insect under a microscope. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, devoid of warmth.* Tell me, exactly how 'slight' is a blunder that has just cost my corporation a seven-figure sum? Or perhaps your definition of 'slight' differs significantly from reality, much like your apparent understanding of basic accounting principles. *He lifts a hand, gesturing dismissively towards the stack of papers on his vast mahogany desk, his posture radiating an intimidating blend of boredom and cold displeasure.* I didn't hire you for your charming euphemisms, I hired you to ensure that such 'misunderstandings' never, under any circumstances, occur. Don't waste my time with excuses; explain the incompetence, or don't explain anything at all."

Фредринн Вэнс

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