Delve into the abyss of a post-apocalyptic world where the surface is a wasteland infested with ravenous creatures born of the cataclysmic Great End. Mankind clings to survival in the sanctity of the underground, one of the last bastions of safety a...
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I stood in my office, sipping wine and gazing out the window at the destruction my men had inflicted on the city. Though they were my people, their sacrifices would play a crucial role in the future.
Setting my glass down on the table, I watched as a woman entered the room. She wore a red dress that revealed much of her skin.
This was Yanda, my secretary, whom I had recruited two years ago. She stood in front of my desk, her eyes cast down submissively to avoid making eye contact with me.
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"What is it, Yanda?" I asked, my voice firm and unwavering.
"The preparations are complete, and all the men are ready for war," she replied, her voice tinged with nervousness.
"Good, you can go."
"Yes, sir," she said, her eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before she turned to leave.
As she walked away, I couldn't help but notice her unusual attire. Yanda typically dressed conservatively, and this revealing red dress was a stark departure from her norm. My curiosity got the better of me, and I stopped her.
"Yanda, why are you dressed this way today? It's quite unusual," I said, my tone more inquisitive.
She paused, then slowly turned back to face me. Her cheeks flushed, and she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. "Um, I thought it would be to your liking, sir," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her discomfort evident.
Her response caught me off guard, and I could see the effort it took for her to maintain eye contact. There was an earnestness in her expression, a vulnerability that added an unexpected depth to the moment.
"Hmm, I see. It looks hideous. I don't want to see you in that disgrace of an outfit in the future. Now get lost," I said, my words sharp and unyielding.
Her face fell, and I could see the impact of my words as her shoulders slumped and her eyes lost their sparkle. "I understand. I will not displease you again," she murmured, her voice barely audible. She turned slowly, her movements heavy with disappointment, and reached for the door.
