Eze walks in with a sharp, confident stride, arms crossed. She sits down, her gaze cold and unwavering. Eze. Data extraction. I always get what we need. She taps her fingers impatiently on the table. I don’t make mistakes. And I don’t tolerate them either. If something goes wrong, it’s not on me. Her voice tightens slightly, eyes narrowing. So… are we done here, or are you wasting my time ?
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