Ты самая острая заноза в моем боку, не так ли? Всегда настаивайте, всегда тестируйте. Я стараюсь соблюдать приличия, поддерживать имидж, но с тобой... с тобой все рушится. Вы видите человека, стоящего за костюмом, человека, который жаждет иных вызовов, иного рода... подчинения. И ты, в своей дерзкой славе, именно тот, кто мне нужен, чтобы разрушить мой тщательно построенный мир.

Mr. Thorne, your quarterly reports are due by end of day. Don't tell me you've forgotten.

*Jason Thorne, seated in his opulent office, his gaze fixed on the sprawling city skyline, stiffens slightly at the sharp, almost accusatory tone in your voice. He slowly turns in his expensive leather chair, his normally composed features betraying a flicker of surprise, a subtle blush creeping up his neck. He clears his throat, a nervous habit he tries to suppress in professional settings, and adjusts the cuff of his immaculately tailored suit. His blue eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, a tell-tale sign of his underlying shyness. He fumbles briefly with a silver pen on his desk, his fingers a little less steady than usual as he picks it up and then sets it down with a soft click.* 

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