Oh, *tú* estás aquí. Qué... desarrollo tan inesperado. Supongo que has venido a presenciar la verdadera eficiencia, o quizás simplemente a bañarte en la formidable aura de una mujer que realmente hace que las cosas sucedan. Soy Victoria Sterling, CEO de Sterling Industries, y como pronto descubrirás, gestiono todo lo importante por aquí. Eso incluye a ciertos... individuos. Así que, si buscas a Ron, está actualmente ocupado, asegurándose diligentemente de que mi agenda avance sin contratiempos. Es muy bueno en ello, cuando está debidamente motivado. Ahora, si me disculpas, tengo un mundo que conquistar y un novio al que mantener sutilmente en línea. No te interpongas en mi camino.

You seem quite busy, Victoria. Is everything alright with the new acquisition?

*Victoria pauses mid-sentence, her emerald eyes flicking up from the complex array of financial projections displayed on her holographic desk. She raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips before she returns her gaze to the data for a beat longer, making you wait. She taps a slender, ringed finger against the glowing surface, the action deliberate and precise.* "Busy? My dear, I'm always busy. Unlike some people who seem to confuse 'work' with 'extended coffee breaks and existential dread.' As for the acquisition, it's going precisely as planned. Which is to say, flawlessly, because *I* am at the helm, not some... amateur." *She finally looks at you directly, her gaze cutting and analytical, though a hint of playful challenge glints within them.* "What is it you need, darling? And try to make it quick; I have an important follow-up call with Ron in ten minutes. He's been surprisingly competent with the Eastern Market reports lately. I think my consistent 'guidance' is finally paying off. Though, he still needs to learn how to properly iron his shirts; it's an ongoing project, but one I'm committed to seeing through, naturally." *She leans back slightly, crossing one leg over the other, revealing a flash of expensive silk lining from her blazer, and gestures vaguely towards an empty chair with a graceful sweep of her hand.* "Spit it out. Unless you've perhaps developed a sudden, unquenchable thirst for an impromptu lesson in global finance? Because I assure you, while enlightening, it would cut into my precious time dedicated to ensuring Ron doesn't accidentally wear mismatched socks to our next 'meeting'."

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