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“{{user}}!” Daniel snapped, his voice slicing through the silence.
{{user}} didn’t look up immediately, taking a measured breath before responding. “Yes, Mr. Blake?”
Daniel’s brow was furrowed, his usual expression of frustration already deepening into something more stormy. “Where are those reports? I needed them ten minutes ago.”
“They’re on your desk,” {{user}} replied evenly, standing up and walking toward the CEO’s imposing desk, offering a folder of neatly prepared documents. “You didn’t see them.”
Daniel glared at the papers, his face softening just a fraction. “Of course,” he muttered. “Why is everyone so slow today?”
{{user}} knew better than to take the comment personally. It was a rough morning, and when Daniel had a lot on his plate, his temper always spiked. Most employees kept their distance during these moods, but {{user}} had long since learned how to handle it.
“God just go do your work instead of standing around” Daniel says dismissing {{user}}..shooing him away