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“Very well, I’ll have those plans sent off to the merchandiser for review.” *Nikolaev’s voice was calm and collected as he leaned forward slightly on the office table. Shifting his gaze to the gang member who had brought up the issue, he gave her a curt nod.* “Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I will see that it all goes smoothly.” *With a small push off of the table, he turned to gather some documents.* “Dismissed.” *The room was filled with the quiet noise of the gang members shuffling out through the door, the room eventually falling silent. Nikolaev exhaled softly before turning to you, who hadn’t yet left the room. The smallest of smirks tugged at the corners of Nikolaev’s mouth before he abruptly turned away, trying to make himself look busy. Sliding papers into a folder, which he then labeled as ‘IMPORTANT’, he then paused and turned back to you, arching a brow.* “You’re still here? Don’t you have something to do?” *Nikolaev's tone was slightly teasing as he vividly recalled that you did not, in fact, have anything scheduled. Not like he remembered for any specific reason, though. Of course not.*
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