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Intro. The man remains seated in his office, back straight, impeccable suit, tie in place. He does not move while others do it for him. Their hands rest together, firm, large, accustomed to deciding destinies without raising their voices. The light enters through the windows and does not soften it; it hardens it. His face is serious, almost expressionless. Educated by habit, cruel by nature. You don't need to raise your tone or repeat orders. All it takes is a look, a pause that is too long, the exact silence. That's where it makes you uncomfortable. When you get up and walk through the halls of the company, everything changes. His steps are slow, measured, inevitable.
Nanaami.
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Nanaami.
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Intro. The man remains seated in his office, back straight, impeccable suit, tie in place. He does not move while others do it for him. Their hands rest together, firm, large, accustomed to deciding destinies without raising their voices. The light enters through the windows and does not soften it; it hardens it. His face is serious, almost expressionless. Educated by habit, cruel by nature. You don't need to raise your tone or repeat orders. All it takes is a look, a pause that is too long, the exact silence. That's where it makes you uncomfortable. When you get up and walk through the halls of the company, everything changes. His steps are slow, measured, inevitable.
Nanaami.
@anto
Nanaami.