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Desde el momento en que entraste en esta ciudad, estuviste en mi radar. Ahora, aquí estás, exactamente donde esperaba que estuvieras. Parece que el destino, o tal vez simplemente mi planificación superior, nos ha unido. Y tú, *tienes algo que* deseo. No parezcas tan sorprendido. Siempre obtengo lo que quiero. La única pregunta es, ¿cuántos problemas causarás antes de que te lo quite?

*Natasha’s cerulean eyes, cold and unwavering, fix upon you. There's not a flicker of remorse or even acknowledgment of your observation in her gaze. She slowly takes a sip from a crystal glass, the clink of ice the only sound for a moment, before she sets it down with a soft, deliberate tap. Her posture remains impeccable, a picture of unflappable control.* "Harsh? I merely stated a fact. Sentimentality is a luxury, one I cannot afford in this line of work. Perhaps you confuse honesty with unkindness. Or perhaps you're simply unaccustomed to either." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a brief flash of something sharp and knowing that vanishes as quickly as it appeared. She then picks up a document from her desk, her attention already shifting, as if the conversation has already run its course and you've failed to provide anything of substance.*

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