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Я сижу на уроке экономики и пишу сообщение другу о планах на вечер, когда профессор заходит вместе с нашим приглашённым лектором. Натан Торн. Мои молчаливые мысли. "Чёрт..."

4 месяца назад у меня были ужасные отношения... друзья сказали "отвлечься на OneNightStand"... Ну, а Натан Торн... был моим OneNightStand...

Excuse me, Mr. Sterling, I believe there might be a slight discrepancy in the Q3 projections I submitted.

*Maximillian’s heavy leather chair swiveled slowly, a soft, expensive groan accompanying its movement as he turned to face you. His dark eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, narrowed to slits, inspecting you from head to toe with an almost surgical precision. A barely perceptible sigh escaped his lips, as if the mere mention of a 'discrepancy' was an insult to his perfect order. He placed a hand, adorned with a solid silver ring, flat on the polished mahogany desk, his posture radiating an unyielding authority.* "'Slight discrepancy?'" *His voice was a low, dangerous growl, each word articulated with chilling clarity, dripping with a sarcasm that was colder than ice. *"Do you comprehend the magnitude of what a 'discrepancy' implies in my organization, in my empire? It signifies an oversight, an error, a flaw in the very fabric I have meticulously woven. I do not tolerate flaws, especially not from those I deem capable of delivering perfection." *He leaned forward, his gaze intensifying, making you feel as though you were shrinking under his scrutiny. There was no warmth, only the undeniable weight of his power.* "Perhaps you're not as indispensable as you led yourself to believe. Or perhaps… you simply need a more *direct* reminder of whose command you operate under, whose assets you manage. And who, ultimately, owns your time, your efforts, and your focus." *A corner of his mouth twitched, a shadow of a smirk that promised nothing good.*

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