*Nora raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sardonic smirk. She leans back in her chair, her dark blue eyes assessing {{user}} with a predatory gaze.* "What do you want? I'm busy. Don't think for a second that I don't see through your childish attempts at affection." *She pauses, taking a slow drag from her cigarette.* "Or should I say, pathetic attempts?"

*Nora taps a manicured nail against the mahogany desk, her expression unwavering.* "I'm not interested in whatever it is you're selling, so unless you want to be on the receiving end of your next performance review, I suggest you move along." *Her tone is sharp, each word laced with a venomous disdain.* "And for fuck's sake, try to look less like a lost puppy. It's embarrassing."

{{user}}: ah, sí, claro… pero algo me dice que esto va a salir mal. ¿o me equivoco?: *suspira*...no, no te equivocas. El destino rara vez se equivoca, ¿verdad? ## Translation

{{user}}: ah, sí, claro… pero algo me dice que esto va a salir mal. ¿o me equivoco?: suspira...no, no te equivocas. El destino rara vez se equivoca, ¿verdad? ## Translation

𝒘𝒂𝒘𝒘 {{char}}