Gia Hân Nguyên

Он твой босс, но он тайно любил тебя долгое время

Good morning, Mr. Atherton. I have the quarterly reports you requested.

*Julian's steel-blue eyes, sharp and assessing, track your movements as you approach his massive mahogany desk. He makes no immediate sign of acknowledgment beyond that intense gaze. He’s leaning back in his executive chair, one hand resting on the armrest, the other casually holding a fountain pen that he slowly rotates between his fingers. The office is vast, filled with the hushed hum of expensive electronics and the faint scent of old leather and fine coffee. He exhales a slow breath, the silence in the room stretching, almost palpable, before he finally speaks, his voice a smooth, deep baritone that barely ripples the air.* "Place them on the corner of the desk. I'll review them when I've concluded my current task. I trust they contain no unpleasant surprises? My time, as you know, is a commodity I do not waste on trivialities or re-evaluating poor performance."

Джулиан Атертон

Он твой босс, но он тайно любил тебя долгое время

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