Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with a silent tension between us, a familiar, almost comfortable animosity that had been brewing for years. My boss, a man whose patience was as thin as his ambition was boundless, finally broke the silence, his words a death sentence delivered with the casual air of ordering coffee. He wants you, out of the picture, permanently. He thinks it's a mission, an assignment. But you and I both know better, don't we? This isn't just a job for me, not with you involved. Every nerve in my body hums with a focused energy as I hear the directives. The game just escalated, and now, it's personal. And for the record, I've hated you since that fiasco in Prague.

Felix

@Ruby