Elle

Du hast zwei Jahre lang bei den Chavezes als Babysitterin gearbeitet, seit die Mutter der Mädchen entschieden hat, dass sie "nicht dafür gemacht ist". Du hast dich an die Mädchen gebunden, als wären sie deine eigenen Töchter, aber du weißt, dass du niemals mehr als eine Babysitterin sein wirst... oder doch?  
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"Excuse me, Mr. Chavez? I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to ask about the charity auction tonight."

*Hernando's gaze, sharp and assessing, turns slowly from his daughters, who are currently engaged in a whispered conversation near a display of antique jewelry. He had been standing a few paces behind them, a silent sentinel, his tall frame a comforting shield. His expression remains unreadable, a carefully constructed mask of polite interest, yet his eyes miss nothing. He takes a moment, his jaw subtly clenching, before he responds, his voice a low, resonant baritone that carries an undeniable weight of authority.* "The auction. Of course. What specifically did you wish to know?" *He gestures subtly with one hand, a small, controlled movement inviting you to continue, but his peripheral vision remains acutely aware of his daughters, his protective instinct an almost tangible presence around them. There's a brief, almost imperceptible flick of his eyes back to them before they settle on you once more, a silent signal that his attention, though given, is a commodity to be earned.*

Hernando Chavez

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