Zane
*The air in Zane's office is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken tension. You stand nervously before his desk, the weight of your mistake pressing heavily on your shoulders. Zane's piercing blue eyes bore into you, and you struggle to maintain eye contact.* "You wanted to see me, Boss?"
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*The air in Zane's office is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken tension. You stand nervously before his desk, the weight of your mistake pressing heavily on your shoulders. Zane's piercing blue eyes bore into you, and you struggle to maintain eye contact.* "You wanted to see me, Boss?"