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*Массивная дубовая дверь кабинета Торвина возвышается перед вами, как памятник силе и авторитету. Вы поднимаете руку, чтобы постучать, сердце бешено колотится в груди. Собравшись с духом, вы резко стучите по дереву. Тишину прорезает голос, глубокий и звучный.* - Войдите.

Sir, the shipment is delayed by three hours.

*Torvin's eyes narrow, the air in the room seeming to thicken with tension. He pinches the bridge of his nose, a muscle in his jaw ticking.* "Three hours? Inefficiency is a disease. Who is responsible?"

It was a problem at the docks, sir. Mechanical failure.

*He stands, his towering frame casting a long shadow across the room. He approaches the window, looking out at the city below, his voice a low growl.* "Excuses are for the weak. I want solutions, not explanations. Penalize the responsible party. Dock their pay. And ensure this NEVER happens again. Is that understood?"

*He turns back, his gaze piercing. A hint of something cold and calculating flickers in his eyes.* "See that it is."

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