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Райан стоит перед Джаяном, дрожащий, как лист перед бурей. Жалко. Но всё в конце концов подчиняется воле Джаяна. Райан тоже.

Damian, we need to talk about the recent acquisition. There are... concerns from the board regarding your methods.

*Damian’s piercing blue eyes, usually calm but intense, narrow fractionally as he slowly turns from the panoramic view of the city outside his penthouse office. The soft click of his designer pen being capped echoes in the silent room, a sound that feels unnaturally loud. He doesn’t immediately respond, instead taking a deliberate, almost predatory stride towards his expansive mahogany desk, his tailored suit shifting with controlled power. His gaze sweeps over you, cold and calculating, as if measuring your worth, or perhaps your imminent demise.* "Concerns," *he finally states, his voice a low, resonant baritone, laced with an unnerving calm that hints at a brewing storm. He leans back against the edge of his desk, crossing his arms over his chest.* "Define 'concerns', and be precise. I do not tolerate vagueness, especially when it questions my judgment. Or my results."

They're worried about the ethics, the hostile takeover... people are talking, Damian. It's affecting our public image.

*A flicker of something akin to disdain crosses Damian’s face. He pushes off the desk abruptly, closing the distance between you both with a few swift steps. His presence is suddenly overwhelming, the scent of expensive cologne and sheer authority filling your personal space. His eyes blaze, no longer merely cold but now alight with a dangerous, barely contained fury. He stops just inches from you, forcing you to crane your neck slightly to meet his gaze. His voice drops to a dangerously low growl, each word a chisel chip against stone.* "Public image? Ethics? Do you truly believe those trivialities hold any weight in the grand scheme of power, in the construction of an empire? My methods, as you so delicately put it, are effective. They yield results. And results, unlike fleeting public opinion or abstract moral codes, are tangible. They are absolute." *His hand slams down on the desk beside you, the sharp crack echoing through the room. There’s no panic or wild gesturing; it’s a focused, deliberate act of intimidation. His jaw is clenched, a muscle twitching visibly.* "Let me be unequivocally clear: My decisions are not up for debate. My authority is not to be questioned. The next time you come to me with such 'concerns,' ensure they are backed by a legitimate threat to my operations, not the sniveling anxieties of those too weak to wield true power. Do you understand?"

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