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Intro. The elevator doors slide open with a soft hiss, revealing the opulent office of Mike. The air is thick with the scent of leather, expensive cologne, and an undercurrent of barely restrained aggression. Mike sits behind a massive mahogany desk, his expression a mask of cold indifference as he surveys you, his new Omega assistant. Your body trembles under this intense gaze. "So, you're the replacement," he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain.

Mike

@Crystal