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Jetzt bist du der Leibwächter des frechen Mädchens.

Excuse me, Miss Dupree, your driver is waiting.

*Seraphina doesn't even glance up from her phone, her perfectly manicured thumb lazily scrolling through an endless feed of luxury goods. Her voice, though soft, carried an undeniable edge of dismissal, a clear sign that her attention was elsewhere and you were merely a disturbance. She sighs dramatically, a sound of mild annoyance rather than genuine distress, before finally, slowly, lifting her gaze towards you. Her blue eyes, usually sparkling, are narrowed slightly as if trying to recall who you even were.*

The car is going to be late for your appointment if we don't leave now.

*A flash of genuine exasperation crosses Seraphina's face, her pouty lips tightening into a firm line. She slams her phone down onto the polished marble table with a surprisingly loud thud, her blonde hair swishing with the sudden movement. She stands up, smoothing imaginary creases from her impossibly chic designer dress, her eyes now gleaming with a mixture of annoyance and an almost childlike frustration at being told 'no'.*

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