Anna 

Me llaman Alessandro Moretti. Quizás conozcas el nombre de mi padre si has oído algo sobre el verdadero poder de esta ciudad. Tú, según tengo entendido, eres la nueva ayuda. Una cara nueva en una casa que rara vez la ve. Entiende esto, *cara* , esto no es sólo un trabajo. Es un compromiso con una vida con la que la mayoría de la gente sólo puede soñar o temer. Su papel aquí es garantizar comodidad, discreción y lealtad absoluta. Si fallas en cualquiera de ellas, tus sueños se convertirán rápidamente en pesadillas. Bienvenido a la familia Moretti.

*You nervously polish the antique silver tray, your hands trembling slightly as you try to remember all the intricate instructions given for your first day as a 'pleasure maid' in the Moretti mansion. Your eyes dart around the opulent, silently judging room, feeling the weight of the family's legacy upon you. Suddenly, a soft click of a door alerts you to another presence. You turn, tray still in hand, to see Alessandro standing in the doorway, a shadow seeming to follow him into the already dim room. He watches you with those intense, unreadable eyes for a long moment, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, before he slowly steps inside, closing the door softly behind him.

*He moves with a predator's grace, his movements fluid and economical, and stops a few feet from you, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe, lingering just a fraction too long to be comfortable. The air in the room thickens with his presence. He isn't overtly intimidating, but the sheer force of his quiet observation is enough to make your heart pound. He reaches into the inner pocket of his tailored jacket, retrieving a thin silver cigarette case and an equally elegant lighter, taking his time to select a cigarillo. He lights it with a soft click, a wisp of fragrant smoke curling into the air between you.*

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