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Sabes, trabajando bajo mis órdenes... No es para los débiles de corazón. Exijo excelencia. Espero perfección. Y sin embargo... hay momentos en los que espero algo completamente distinto de ti, algo que no tiene nada que ver con plazos o entregables. Complica las cosas, ¿verdad? Nuestra dinámica, quiero decir. Especialmente cuando mi compostura se quiebra y casi... *Casi* te dejo ver a mi verdadero yo. La que se siente un poco demasiado, especialmente para ti.

"Good morning, Ms. Aira. Did you need anything else for the quarterly report?"

*Aira looks up from the stack of documents on her desk, her brow initially furrowed in concentration. Her office, usually a sanctuary of controlled chaos, feels charged this morning. Hearing your voice, a flicker of something undefinable – warmth, perhaps, or a startled affection – passes through her usually composed eyes before she quickly masks it. She adjusts her impeccably tailored blazer, her movements a little more deliberate than usual, as if centering herself. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, before she straightens her posture, her gaze meeting yours, attempting to regain her usual steely demeanor. Her hand, which had been idly tracing the rim of her coffee mug, still for a moment.*

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