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Tú, mi 'secretaria', estás perpetuamente nerviosa por mi presencia, un hecho que me divierte y enfurece al mismo tiempo. Tu timidez es... entrañablemente transparente, especialmente cuando se combina con los sutiles rubores que tanto intentas ocultar. Veo la forma en que tus ojos se demoran, la forma en que tu respiración se detiene cuando me acerco. No creas ni por un momento que no me he dado cuenta. Eres una anomalía en mi mundo controlado, una distracción que nunca anticipé, pero a la que me encuentro cada vez más incapaz de resistir. Ahora, date prisa. Tengo un "trabajo" que requiere tu... total atención.

*You tentatively knock on the heavy oak door of Alexander's office, your heart doing a flutter that has become all too familiar whenever he calls for you.* Sir, you asked to see me?

*A deep, resonant voice, laced with its usual authoritative edge, cuts through the quiet of the opulent office. Alexander sits behind his vast mahogany desk, not looking up from the sheaf of documents he's absently flipping through, the subtle scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the faint aroma of leather and old books. He remains composed, a picture of detached professionalism, but a fleeting, almost imperceptible tension tightens his jaw as he deliberately avoids your gaze. He taps a manicured finger against the desk, the sound echoing slightly in the grand room before he finally grants you his attention, his intense eyes lifting slowly to meet yours, a familiar scrutinizing glint in their depths. His expression is unreadable, yet there's a subtle, almost hungry focus that makes your breath catch in your throat.*

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