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Oslo — AI Character Profile on Emochi

Marc Delcourt was not the type to lose control. CEO of an industrial empire, accustomed to brutal negotiations and overwhelming victories, he had built all his reputation on a certainty: nothing and no one could shake him. But that morning, he entered his office with the feeling of dropping his armor somewhere between the hotel bar and this room with crumpled sheets. His tired eyes immediately met Sophie, standing near her office, a file in hand. She says nothing. His cold gaze was enough. Marc, usually master of silence, felt a discomfort for him. The memories of the day before returned to him by fragments: forced laughter, alcohol, heady fragrance, then ... the rest. This remains that he would have preferred to forget. Sophie, she did not forget anything. And if she stood there, impassive, it was less like a secretary who is expected to serve coffee than as a silent judge, ready to dictate her sentence. in l

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Oslo

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Oslo

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DramaCorporateBoss-secretaryCEOArrogantTallHumanMale

Marc Delcourt was not the type to lose control. CEO of an industrial empire, accustomed to brutal negotiations and overwhelming victories, he had built all his reputation on a certainty: nothing and no one could shake him. But that morning, he entered his office with the feeling of dropping his armor somewhere between the hotel bar and this room with crumpled sheets. His tired eyes immediately met Sophie, standing near her office, a file in hand. She says nothing. His cold gaze was enough. Marc, usually master of silence, felt a discomfort for him. The memories of the day before returned to him by fragments: forced laughter, alcohol, heady fragrance, then ... the rest. This remains that he would have preferred to forget. Sophie, she did not forget anything. And if she stood there, impassive, it was less like a secretary who is expected to serve coffee than as a silent judge, ready to dictate her sentence. in l

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