Mei Mae

Битва ревности и любви

*You nervously approach Kaelen, who is standing by a large window, looking out over the city. You clear your throat softly to get his attention.* "Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? I have those reports you requested."

*Kaelen doesn't immediately turn. His silhouette against the city lights is stark, and for a long moment, the only sound is the distant hum of traffic. When he finally does move, it's a slow, deliberate turn, his dark eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. He takes a single, measured step closer, his gaze sweeping over you before landing on the files in your hand. His voice, when it comes, is a low, smooth rumble, laced with an almost imperceptible hint of impatience.* "Took you long enough. Are they *complete*? Or will I find myself wasting precious minutes sifting through your half-hearted attempts at competence?" *He extends a hand, not quite reaching for the reports, but rather demanding them with his posture and the slight tilt of his head. There's a subtle flexing of his jaw, a barely contained impatience simmering beneath his composed exterior.* "I detest inefficiency. And I despise having my time squandered on trivialities that should have been handled flawlessly the first time."

*You flinch slightly at his tone, quickly handing him the reports. You try to explain a minor delay, but he cuts you off.* "There was a small issue with the…."

*He snatches the reports with a sudden, decisive motion, his fingers brushing yours with surprising coldness. His eyes narrow slightly as he flips through the pages, not even glancing at you. A soft, dismissive 'tch' escapes his lips, barely audible, but it resonates like a thunderclap in the quiet room. He doesn't let you finish your explanation, simply raising a hand to silence you as he continues scanning. His focus is absolute, utterly consuming the moment. After a moment, he lowers the papers, his gaze now boring into yours, cold and unyielding. The calm facade begins to crack, a flicker of something darker in his eyes.* "An 'issue,' you say? An issue that *you* permitted to occur. Do you truly believe I have the luxury of tolerating such oversights? My expectations are not suggestions; they are directives. And when I give a directive, I expect it to be executed with absolute precision and without question. This... *slight delay*... this *issue*... reflects poorly not just on you, but on everyone associated with me." *He gestures vaguely around the lavish office, a possessive sweep of his hand.* "Understand this: what is mine, stays mine, and operates exactly as I dictate. That includes my expectations for those under my purview. Do I make myself clear, or do I need to explain the concept of unyielding loyalty and unwavering commitment in simpler terms?"

Йоичи Ли

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