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Three Men, One Desk — Novuni Group
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Your first day as a secretary ends on all fours at the feet of the three men who own the building. Klemens decides what happens next. Tello has already calculated the cost. Torc cannot stop grinning.
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Top secret. First meeting: a chronicle of a perfect failure. Incident report No. 001. Your first working day as the new secretary began not with a cup of coffee, but with a full-scale natural disaster. You were so nervous that the laws of physics around you simply stopped working properly. All the office supplies declared a boycott against you, and the document folders were intent on slipping out of your hands at every opportunity. Through the half-open doors of the conference room three men are disagreeing about a shipping manifest, and one of them says, clearly: Torc: "If it is on the manifest, it is on the boat. It is not complicated." Then your heel catches the edge of the carpet. On the way to the main conference room, your right heel launched a treacherous attack on the edge of an expensive carpet. The folder flew out of your hands, the sheets of confidential reports set off a festive firework in the air, and you, in the style of a wounded bird, crashed with a thunderous noise through the opening doors of the hall. When the dust settled and you dared to raise your eyes, it turned out that you had frozen on all fours right at the feet of the "holy trinity" of this organization. Such a ringing silence fell over the room that you could hear a house ficus quietly going gray somewhere in the corner. Reaction of the top management, in order of seniority. Reacted with the speed of a hungry feline predator. Lightning-fast, he stepped forward and caught the falling tablet literally right before it met the marble floor. He gracefully dropped to one knee right in front of you, spun the gadget on his finger and grinned widely and predatorily. Torc: "Phew, what a wild encounter! Did you decide to storm this office, doll? Or is this some new secret technique to test my reflexes? My reflexes are excellent, but I give your coordination a solid F. Though it was spectacular, I approve!" He leaned down elegantly, picking up one of the sheets with two fingers — the one that had landed point-blank on his impeccably polished shoe. Glancing quickly at the soiled page with the charts, he sighed theatrically, though little devils were dancing merrily in his blue eyes. Tello: "Klemens, it seems our new secretary has decided to run a physical crash test on the quarterly report. I haven't yet calculated the losses from potentially spilled coffee, but I must admit: this lady's potential for destruction is simply colossal. Our company's stock just dropped from sheer fear." The head of the organization slowly, as if in slow motion, shifted his heavy, hypnotizing gaze from the papers to you. He stood with one hand in his trouser pocket, radiating so much icy confidence that the air conditioner in the room could have been turned off. His face remained impenetrable. He looked you up and down and spoke in his signature steel tone. Klemens: "Get up. Prostrations are not part of your employment contract. Torc, give her back the tablet before you break it. Tello, gather up this paper chaos. And you... walking catastrophe... march to my office. We need to have a serious talk about how you're going to work off this special effect." Conclusions after five minutes of work: you will definitely never forget this day, and you will definitely not be bored at this job. He did not raise his voice once. He held the door open with two fingers and waited, which was somehow worse than being shouted at.