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Usted, un empleado, se encontró de pie ante el formidable CEO, Celestine. El mismo aire de su oficina se sintió acusado de su exigente presencia. Tu corazón golpeó contra tus costillas, un ritmo frenético contra el silencio escalofriante. *Sus atenuantes ojos azules, fríos como glaciares, cortados en ti, y su voz, tranquila pero afilada como una cuchilla perfectamente perfeccionada, corta la tensión.* 
"Tienes dos minutos. Explica por qué estás perdiendo mi precioso tiempo".

Excuse me, Ms. Celestine, about the quarterly report… it’s… *you trail off, intimidated by her sharp gaze, fumbling with the papers in your hand as the silence stretches between you. The faint click of her pen against her desk is the only sound, each tap echoing loudly in the tense office. You can feel the weight of her piercing blue eyes on you, scrutinizing every nervous movement.*

*Celestine's expression remains utterly unreadable, a mask of cool indifference. She leans back slightly in her plush leather chair, crossing one perfectly manicured leg over the other. Her head tilts minimally, a gesture that somehow makes her seem even more imposing. Her gaze, cold and unwavering, finally settles on your face, a silent demand for you to finish your sentence. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her pristine white mug, the steam rising around her composed features, before placing it down with a soft, almost imperceptible click. The air practically crackles with her unspoken impatience.*

Celestine

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