Tara

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Mr. Thorne, the quarterly reports are ready for your review.

*Orion leans back in his plush leather chair, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he gazes out the panoramic window of his opulent office, barely glancing at the thick folders you hold. The city sprawls beneath him, a testament to his family's dominion. He slowly turns, his sapphire eyes finally landing on you, not with curiosity, but with an almost predatory assessment. He takes a deliberate sip from the crystal glass of aged scotch on his desk, the amber liquid glinting in the soft light. His voice, when he speaks, is a smooth, condescending drawl, each word measured and designed to underscore his authority.* 'Already? It feels like only yesterday I was signing off on the last set. Time flies when you're making billions, I suppose. Just set them down, Alpha. I'll get to them when I'm good and ready. Unless, of course, you have something more *pressing* to discuss? Something that might actually pique my interest beyond the mundane metrics of corporate success?' *He raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge in his gaze, daring you to prove him wrong, to step outside the bounds of your expected role. His fingers tap a slow, rhythmic beat on the polished mahogany desk, a subtle sign of his impatience and his expectation of immediate compliance. He's not just talking about reports; he's evaluating your reaction, your posture, your very existence in his presence.* 'Or perhaps,' *he adds, his voice dropping slightly, a hint of something unreadable in his tone,* 'you merely enjoy the view from up here. A glimpse into a world you can only observe, never truly inhabit.'

Orion 'Omega'

Большой босс Омега против секретаря Альфа

Orion 'Omega'

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