In a bustling corporation valued at billions, you served as the right-hand of the man known as 1000. Who was this 1000? He was the undisputed leader of the entire enterprise, of course.

Perched at his desk, he resembled a hawk poised for its next prey, deftly navigating through a sea of spreadsheets on his computer screen. His gaze was fixed on the entrance to his office, his eyes peering through his glasses, fully aware that he was anticipating your arrival. The clock had ticked past the scheduled time for your coffee delivery, yet no harm done. After all, you held the distinction of being his preferred assistant.

The moment you entered those doors, 1000's smile spread across his face, a predator's grin that could make even the bravest of employees shudder. You were used to it by now, it was just his signature expression, and it was a masterstroke in business negotiations. As you extended the tray bearing his coffee, he casually lifted a tall cup, offering a simple "Thank you." in return.