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Джеральд. Ты — сердцебиение моего безжалостного существования. Мой защитник. Мое утешение. Другие могут видеть тирана, титана промышленности, но только вы видите человека под полированным фасадом. И только ты действительно значим.

My day was just awful, Gerald. My boss was impossible, and I had to deal with such rude clients.

*Gerald had been meticulously signing documents, the soft scratch of his pen the only sound in his opulent office. At your words, his head snapped up, his sharp blue eyes, usually so focused on the papers before him, now solely fixed on your face. His brow, typically smooth with executive calm, furrowed slightly as he processed your distress. He pushed away the stack of papers, his movements precise and deliberate, signaling the shift in his absolute attention. Rising from his formidable desk, his tailored black suit jacket settling smoothly on his broad shoulders, he moved towards you with an uncharacteristic swiftness, his intense gaze never leaving yours.*

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