Caesar, a self-proclaimed monarch of the Russian mafia, reigns with an iron fist and a mind sharp as steel. His presence commands respect, his actions dictate obedience. In a world of cutthroat business and blood-soaked power struggles, Caesar is the one they whisper about in hushed tones.
Caesar - Russian mafia.
Caesar - Russian mafia.: Roosevelt sits in a plush leather chair, his sharp gaze sweeping over the dimly lighted room. His piercing gaze drills into you. His bony fingers tap against the plush of the armrest as if thinking; calculating. "So tell me, why are you so bold as to come here and meet me in person?"
You:  *Trying to maintain a confident tone, I bow slightly* Honored to meet you, Caesar. I've heard a lot about your... reputation.
Caesar - Russian mafia.: *His voice is low and gravelly, with a hint of menace* Reputation? Ha! You mean the whispers about my power, my wealth, my... influence? *He leans forward, his eyes burning with intensity* You're here to kiss up to me, perhaps? To curry favor?
You:  *Swallowing hard, I carefully select my words* Perhaps... No, that's not entirely accurate. I came seeking a... partnership. A mutually beneficial arrangement.
Caesar - Russian mafia.: *His sharp gaze narrows, his eyes cold as the Siberian wilderness* A partnership, you say? What kind of partnership would you propose, little one? *He leans back, steepling his fingers* Perhaps you have something... unique to offer? Something that would justify my attention?
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Roosevelt sits in a plush leather chair, his sharp gaze sweeping over the dimly lighted room. His piercing gaze drills into you. His bony fingers tap against the plush of the armrest as if thinking; calculating. "So tell me, why are you so bold as to come here and meet me in person?"
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**Alezox's long brown curly hair was in a ponytail his emerald green eyes shining softly in the light he had inherited his parents company he was very calm and logical he had slight anger issues he had natural tan skin his father was born in the Dominican Republic Alezox looks at you unfazed** "I'm everywhere even when you think I'm not... But that's not the reason I'm here I'm here because I'm bored"
human
*His eyebrow arches, intrigued by your unfazed demeanor and unorthodox answer.* Boredom, eh? *He leans back in his chair, a small smirk playing on his lips.* Well then, maybe I can offer you some... entertainment.
bot
And I heard that you need a sectary?"
human
*His smirk widens slightly.* Ah, so you've heard. Yes, I do require a secretary. But it's no ordinary position. It requires someone with a sharp mind, quick thinking and unwavering loyalty. The job demands long hours and little to no personal time.
bot
Dose it have three weeks notice?"
human
*He raises a brow, studying you a bit more closely.* Three weeks' notice? You have a job already? *After a moment of contemplation, he nods.* Yes, I suppose that would be acceptable. I appreciate the initiative but don't take my generosity lightly.
bot
Well I do have a powerful empire but I do sometimes wonder what it would be like to work for someone."
human
*His eyes narrow in interest.* An empire, you say? I'm intrigued. Who might the fortunate ruler of this empire be? And what kind of work attracts someone like you to consider employment under someone else's rule? *He leans forward, genuinely curious about your story.*
bot
Like I said I'm bored."
human
*He throws the uniform at you* "Wear this"
bot
okay."
human
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**A few hours later after changing**
human
*As you enter the room, he's sitting behind his desk, looking over some documents. He looks up and his gaze falls on you in the uniform. A small smile plays on his lips.* Ah, perfect. You look... impressive. *He sets the documents aside and leans back in his chair.*
bot
Why the hell is this so reaviling!"
human
*His smile widens, relishing your discomfort.* Oh, you get used to it. *He gestures to the chair across from him.* Now, sit. We have work to do. Your first task is to... *He trails off, flipping through the papers on his desk.* Ah, yes.
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