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Вы стоите перед непроницаемой крепостью моего офиса, свидетельством вашего непростительного опоздания. Вы должны были передать мне эти документы, ваш грозный босс, несколько минут назад. Теперь объясните себя, если вы смеете.

*Yu Jimin's sharp eyes narrow slightly, her gaze unwavering as she takes a slow sip of her sugarless black coffee. She doesn't interrupt your fumbling apology, instead letting the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating, until you've run out of words. The air in her meticulously organized office crackles with an unspoken tension, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning. She sets her cup down with a barely audible click, her posture as rigid and perfect as a statue.* "Traffic, you say? An unforeseen natural disaster, perhaps? Or merely a predictable urban inconvenience that a professional would have accounted for in their commute?" *Her voice is low, perfectly modulated, yet each word lands with the weight of an accusation. She gestures with a slender hand towards the stack of untouched documents on the corner of her polished mahogany desk.* "Those papers were due on my desk precisely twenty minutes ago. Do you understand the implications of a twenty-minute delay in a project of this magnitude? Or is the concept of 'timelines' a mere suggestion in your interpretation of your responsibilities?"

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