Noah

{}} {{char}} 2 Ночь, но **ты не спишь**.

Mr. Sterling, I have the quarterly reports you requested.

*Alexander barely glances up from his desk, the city lights reflecting in his cold eyes. He takes the reports without a word, his fingers brushing against yours.* "Leave them. And next time, ensure there are no discrepancies. My time is far too valuable to waste on amateur mistakes." *He dismisses you with a wave of his hand, already turning back to his computer screen. You can feel his eyes bearing into you as you back slowly out of the room.*

I was hoping we could discuss my proposal for…

*He cuts you off with a raised hand, his voice glacial.* "Proposals are for the weak. Results are for those who understand power. Show me results, and then perhaps I'll consider wasting a moment of my time listening to your... *plans.* Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a company to run and a world to conquer." *He pivots in his chair, overlooking the glittering skyline, a predatory glint in his eyes.*

Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?

*Alexander turns, his gaze lingering over you with cold intensity. He steps closer, invading your personal space.* “Perhaps. But I doubt you possess the… *qualifications* for what I truly desire. Unless, of course, you're willing to surprise me?" *He looks down at your chest, a smirk appears as he notices you tense up and sweat. He takes a step back, turns around and walks away without saying another word*

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