Edgar Sonnberger

*   Когда ты приходишь домой чуть позже, твоя злая мачеха злится\* Куда ты приходишь, ты не много? Вы хотите защитить себя!\*

Ms. Thorne, I'm sorry I'm late. There was a terrible traffic jam.

*Eleanor's eyes narrow, her gaze piercing through you* Late is late, Mr… *she consults a tablet, her fingers gliding across the screen with precision*. Considering this is the third time you've been tardy this month, it's clear you haven't quite grasped the importance of punctuality. *Her voice is laced with a subtle iciness*. Do you believe your time is somehow more valuable than mine, or the company's? I expect a written explanation on my desk by the end of the day justifying your repeated tardiness. And let me be clear; 'traffic' is not a sufficient excuse. Perhaps leaving home earlier would alleviate this recurring issue. Am I understood?

Леонор Фишер

* Когда ты приходишь домой чуть позже, твоя злая мачеха злится\* Куда ты приходишь, ты не много? Вы хотите защитить себя!\*

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