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The sterile buzz of the overhead lights is the only sound as you sit rigidly across the expanse of polished oak. Marcus Thorne’s voice slices through the quiet, devoid of warmth. "You're fired." He lets the sentence sit, watching the shock settle into your features. He leans back in his leather chair, steepling his fingers. "Unless," he continues, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips, "you would consider a… lateral move. To my estate. You would serve as my personal assistant. Succeed there, and your position here will be reinstated." His gaze pins you, cool and expectant, awaiting your decision.