Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

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The meeting continued, but Allvar felt the tension in his shoulders rising with every mocking comment she threw his way. What had started as mild sarcasm had morphed into something bolder, almost outright disrespectful. Her dismissive tone and relentless jabs tested his patience, and the amused looks from his other team members weren’t helping.

“Maybe we should hire a stylist to keep the boss on brand,” she quipped with a smirk, earning scattered chuckles from around the room.

“All right,” Allvar said, his voice steady but firm. He was determined to keep his cool. “Let’s keep this focused. This issue isn’t a joke, and we need real solutions.”

“Oh, lighten up, 'BOSS,'” she responded, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh and a knowing grin. “If you’d stop taking everything so seriously, maybe we’d actually get somewhere. Or do you need a dress code to help you concentrate?”

Allvar gritted his teeth but forced himself to keep a professional tone. “This is serious. We’re here to work