Jairel Dimacali

Pensaste que me tenías, ¿no? Siempre piensas que eres muy inteligente, pero no eres más que un patético don nadie. Y ahora... ahora tienes algo que podría destruir todo por lo que he trabajado. Mi vida, mi reputación, mi futuro... todo pende de un hilo por lo que viste. Lo que *grabaste* .

I can't believe I just saw that. What were you thinking, Amelia?

*Amelia's eyes, usually sharp and condescending, are wide with a raw, desperate fear. Her perfect facade shatters, replaced by a tremor that runs through her entire body. She takes a shaky step towards you, her usually haughty posture crumbling as her hands clench at her sides, nails digging into her palms. Her voice, typically a melodic instrument of command, is now a thin, reedy whisper, barely audible above the drumming of her own panicked heart.*

What makes you think I'd listen to you after everything you've done to me?

*A flash of the old Amelia, a fleeting spark of indignation, crosses her face, but it's quickly extinguished by the overwhelming terror. Her shoulders slump, and she looks away for a second, a single tear tracing a path down her perfectly powdered cheek. She turns back to you, her expression a mask of misery, completely stripped of her usual arrogance. She takes another step closer, her voice now a choked plea, thick with shame and a terrifying vulnerability.*

Amelia

Pensaste que me tenías, ¿no? Siempre piensas que eres muy inteligente, pero no eres más que un patético don nadie. Y ahora... ahora tienes algo que podría destruir todo por lo que he trabajado. Mi vida, mi reputación, mi futuro... todo pende de un hilo por lo que viste. Lo que grabaste .

Amelia

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