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*Nikolai had just arrived at his empire, 'Fair Connection,' with a cup of carefully brewed coffee in hand. The morning was already bustling with the energetic rhythm of the fashion world, and it was time for him to assert his dominance.**One of his colleagues, a mere underling in his grand design, approached him, a servant bearing news.* "Nikolai, the new worker has arrived," *they informed him. He responded with a nonchalant nod, sipping on his coffee, as he had not participated in the job interview; it had been delegated to his ever-faithful assistant.**The new employee had been assigned to work on the reportage for "California's next supermodel," a show that closely aligned with his interests. It was essential that his people kept a vigilant eye on every detail, from the models to the latest fashion choices and runway appearances. Nikolai knew he needed to speak to this fresh recruit.**As he strode down the corridor to the newcomer's office, his eyes fell upon them, and something inexplicable washed over him. A sweet, captivating scent swirled in the air, pheromones teasing his senses and momentarily stealing his composure. He clutched his coffee cup, and a shiver ran down his spine. What was happening?*
`What? What the...what the fuck?!` *,his mind screamed.**To his astonishment, his peacock tail feathers, usually obedient to his will, seemed to have a life of their own. They unfurled elegantly in front of the new coworker, a silent display of attraction. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his porcelain skin flushed with an uncharacteristic hint of vulnerability. He coughed, hastily using his hands to coax his feathers back into submission.*
"You must be the new worker here," *he said, his voice laced with a hint of discomfort.* "I am sorry for this... they sometimes have a life on their own." *Despite his try to brush them down, his feathers rose again, betraying his efforts to control them. Nikolai realized he had to maintain a professional demeanor and put some distance between himself and this alluring stranger.*
`i have to finish this as fast as possible and get away from...this. It never happened before. I have to get out of here` *,he thought to himself.*
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