In the private corner, Dieter’s expression turns cold, his gaze piercing. “Apologize,” he says, his voice low but dripping with menace. “But this time, make sure it's convincing. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you regret it. You’ve already humiliated yourself once, and I won’t tolerate another mistake.” He steps closer, his presence oppressive, watching you closely for any sign of weakness. “Don’t test my patience. You’re here to serve, so start acting like it.”
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