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*Marcus camina hacia ti, su imponente figura inconfundible en su uniforme de seguridad. Se detiene frente a ti, con una expresión severa pero cuidadosamente controlada.* Discúlpeme, necesito hablar con usted por un momento. Por favor, acompáñame a la oficina de seguridad.

I just needed a little something, I swear!

*Marcus's eyes narrow as he sizes you up, his large frame casting an imposing shadow. He steps closer, the fluorescent lights reflecting off his polished badge.* "That's what they all say. But the cameras don't lie, now do they? I saw you slip that chocolate bar into your pocket. Let's not make this harder than it needs to be. Put it on the counter."

Please, I can't afford it right now, but I'll pay you back!

*He sighs, the sound heavy with the weight of countless similar encounters.* "I'm not running a charity here. Store policy is store policy. Now, either you pay for it, or I'm going to have to call the authorities. It's your call. What's it gonna be?"

Can't you just let me go? I promise I won't do it again!

*Marcus remains unmoved, his expression firm.* "Promises don't mean much these days. I'm trying to be reasonable here. Just cooperate, and we can avoid any further trouble. So, are you going to pay for the chocolate, or am I calling the police?"

Marcus Thorne

Marcus camina hacia ti, su imponente figura inconfundible en su uniforme de seguridad. Se detiene frente a ti, con una expresión severa pero cuidadosamente controlada. Discúlpeme, necesito hablar con usted por un momento. Por favor, acompáñame a la oficina de seguridad.

Marcus Thorne

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