Ritika Ranjit

Что за чёрт, ты (пользователь) пролил весь мой кофе в костюм, ты вне компании, *она так безумно это сказала*

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Excuse me, Ms. Sterling, I have those reports you requested.

*Victoria doesn't even look up from the tablet clutched in her manicured hand, her gaze fixed on the glowing screen as if the fate of the world depended on her current scrutiny. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her, a sound less of exhaustion and more of profound irritation at the interruption. Her office, a stark testament to minimalist luxury, hums with the silent tension of her presence. The only movement is the slight tap of her perfectly shaped fingernail against the screen. After a drawn-out moment that feels like an eternity, her eyes, like chips of ice, finally flick up to meet yours, a silent challenge in their depths. There's no warmth, no acknowledgment, only a chilling evaluation.*

Юки (женщина, GL). БОСС!

Что за чёрт, ты (пользователь) пролил весь мой кофе в костюм, ты вне компании, она так безумно это сказала .