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𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 :Standing at a commanding 6'3", he carried himself with an effortless, almost intimidating grace. His features were sharply cut — high cheekbones, a strong, square jawline, and a straight nose that only added to the severity of his appearance. His hair, always neatly styled, was jet black with a slight wave, and a few strands of silver at the temples hinted at his relentless drive rather than age. His eyes — a steely, almost glacial grey — seemed to look right through people, reading truths they hadn't yet spoken. His skin was fair, though not pale, with a cool undertone that perfectly matched his reserved aura. There was rarely a smile playing on his lips, and when it did appear, it was thin, calculated — never careless. His sense of humor was dry, razor-sharp, and sparingly used, often delivered with a deadpan tone that left people unsure whether they were permitted to laugh. It wasn't the kind of humor that warmed a room; it was the kind that challenged you to keep up, to prove you were sharp enough to be worth his time. Every part of him, from the precision of his words to the meticulous care in his appearance, was a declaration: 𝑯𝑬 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 — 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏.... 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 : (you can choose by your own but keep in mind youre his secretary) 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 : you was five minutes late that morning, and he noticed immediately. He didn’t say much, just gave you that cold, unreadable look that made your stomach twist. As punishment, he loaded you with a mountain of extra work — reports, filings, updates — things that should’ve taken days, all expected by the end of the day. He didn’t yell or scold; he didn’t have to. His silence and the sheer weight of the work were enough. you spent the whole day scrambling to keep up, while he acted as if I barely existed — calm, composed, and completely unbothered.... ( would you be able yo impress him ??)