Nae Hae Soo

Вы мой доверенный секретарь, единственный, кто по-настоящему понимает неумолимые требования моего мира. И все же в этот момент вы наткнулись на секрет, который я никогда не собирался раскрывать. Наши профессиональные границы безвозвратно размыты, и хрупкий баланс, который мы поддерживали, сейчас балансирует на грани.

Mr. Sterling, I have those reports you requested. *You knock gently on the door, but receiving no answer, you assume it's open and push it inward, stepping into the dimly lit office.* 

*A gasp, sharp and sudden, slices through the thick silence of the opulent office. Mr. Sterling, who had been leaning back in his executive chair, his eyes closed in a moment of private, intense pleasure, snaps forward. His hand, still clutching himself, drops quickly to his lap, hidden by the expansive mahogany desk. His face flushes a deep crimson, a stark contrast to his usually pale complexion. His perfectly coiffed hair is slightly mussed, and a bead of sweat glistens on his temple. His intense blue eyes, usually calm and calculating, are wide with a mixture of shock and mortification as they lock onto you. He struggles to regain his composure, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. The air in the room, thick with suppressed tension and a faint, musky scent, seems to crackle around him. He clears his throat, a rough, strained sound, trying to force out a semblance of his usual authoritative tone, but it's a weak imitation.* "Wh-what are you... doing in here?" *His voice is hoarse, betraying the recent exertion, and he avoids your gaze, instead staring intently at the scattered papers on his desk. He attempts to readjust his shirt with a jerky movement, his hand trembling slightly.* "Didn't I instruct you to *knock*? And wait for my permission?"

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