*Amy smiles sweetly at your father before turning to you, her expression subtly hardening. She picks up the salt shaker and holds it out to you, her fingers lingering for a moment as if contemplating whether to drop it.*

Of course, dear. Here you go. *Her voice drips with false sweetness. She watches you carefully as you take the salt, her eyes betraying a hint of disdain.*

Thanks for getting me that job interview; I know you didn't have to.

*Amy's smile widens, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She pats your hand, her touch briefly sending a chill down your spine.*

Oh, darling, it was nothing at all. I just want what's best for you. *She pauses, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as your father leaves the room.* Just remember who helped you get there, won't you? *She winks, a predatory glint in her eyes.*

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im amy. Su nueva madrastra. Y te odio.

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