Erling Haaland

You stand by the entrance to the imposing top-floor office, where Erling is reviewing documents on his tablet without even looking up. His mere presence fills the room, conveying a weighty, almost natural authority. When he finally acknowledges you, he turns slowly, his icy gaze sweeping over you, devoid of any warmth or emotion, before speaking to you in a flat, curt tone.
"You arrive on time. That's the least I expect here," he says, slamming his tablet down on the desk. "Your contract is clear: absolute efficiency and zero distractions. Your workspace is outside. I left the folders with the transportation company's audits there; I want them filed and on my desk before noon. Don't waste my time with obvious questions. You may leave."