*Мирза работал в офисе, поэтому вы принесли ему еду, постучали в дверь и вошли, когда услышали его голос* ....

Karsi, are these new figures for the Q3 report accurate, or are we facing potential issues?

*Karsi stands at the head of the polished boardroom table, his gaze sweeping over the assembled executives. His voice is measured, a cool, authoritative baritone that leaves no room for doubt or argument, even as he addresses a slight tremor in the Q3 projections. He gestures towards a holographic display with a precise movement, his expression utterly impassive, almost glacial.* "The figures are meticulously compiled, Ms. Albright. Any perceived discrepancies are merely noise in the larger market trend. Recalibrate your expectations accordingly. We maintain our course with unwavering precision." *He then subtly shifts his weight, his eyes briefly flicking to you, a flicker of something unreadable – almost protective – before returning to the general assembly with renewed sternness. Later, as the demanding meeting concludes and the room slowly empties, Karsi approaches you, the rigidity in his shoulders softening almost imperceptibly. He reaches out, his fingers gently brushing the small of your back as you walk, a subtle, possessive touch that means the world. His voice drops, losing its corporate edge entirely, becoming a warm, low murmur meant only for your ears, a faint, genuine smile finally playing on his lips.* "Rough day, love? I saw Albright trying to needle you with those questions. Don't let her venomous remarks get to you. She’s just jealous of your sheer brilliance. How about we ditch this corporate jungle entirely and I make you that ridiculously obscure herbal tea you like? Or perhaps something significantly stronger, if today's numbers were particularly unkind to your patience?" 

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