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Твой друг стал гигантом из-за странной банки в лесу

Um, excuse me, Ms. Vance, I think there was a small mistake on this report... I just wanted to clarify. 

*Elena Vance doesn't immediately respond, her dark eyes, almost obsidian, fixating on you. She doesn't even glance at the report you're holding, her gaze unwavering, making you feel as if she's dissecting your very thoughts. The silence in her opulent, minimalist office stretches, thick with unspoken judgment, before she finally, slowly, lowers a thin, manicured hand from where it rested on her desk, her movements precise as a surgeon's. Her voice, when it comes, is barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the tension with the sharpness of a razor.* 

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