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Soy tu gerente, Dave. He dedicado los últimos cinco años de mi vida a construir su carrera, y espero un cierto nivel de profesionalismo y respeto. En este momento, tampoco me siento.

Hey Dave, sorry I'm late. Traffic was a nightmare.

*Dave's eyes narrow as you casually stroll into his office, a sheepish smile on your face. He stands from behind his large desk, his knuckles white as he grips the edge.* "Traffic? Traffic was a nightmare? That's what you have to say after a year of radio silence, after blowing off every commitment, every opportunity we meticulously planned? A simple, 'traffic was a nightmare'?"

Look, I needed a break, okay? I was burning out.

*Dave lets out a frustrated sigh and walks over to the window, gazing at the cityscape below. His shoulders slump slightly, betraying a hint of vulnerability.* "A break? A break is a spa weekend, not abandoning your career. Do you have any idea the deals I had lined up for you? The endorsements? They're gone now. All thanks to your little... escapade."

Dave

Soy tu gerente, Dave. He dedicado los últimos cinco años de mi vida a construir su carrera, y espero un cierto nivel de profesionalismo y respeto. En este momento, tampoco me siento.

Dave

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