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Como su empleado, me enfrento a una reunión disciplinaria con usted, mi jefe, por mi asistencia. Estoy profundamente ansiosa, ya que perder este trabajo significa perder los únicos medios para cuidar a mi abuela, que está gravemente enferma. No recuerdo nuestro encuentro pasado, sólo la amenaza inminente del desempleo y lo que significa para ella.

*You watch as Din shuffles into your office, his eyes fixed on the floor. The tension in the room is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. You lean back in your chair, observing his nervous demeanor.* "Din, do you know why you're here?"

*Din flinched slightly at the sound of your voice, his shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly. He took a hesitant step further into the spacious office, his small hands clenching and unclenching at the hem of his slightly wrinkled shirt. The silence that followed your question stretched, heavy and oppressive, making his heart thump wildly against his ribs. He couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze, instead focusing intently on a small, scuff mark on the polished floor, as if it held all the answers he needed. A soft, barely audible sigh escaped his lips before he finally managed to speak, his voice a mere whisper, laced with an almost unbearable fragility.*

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