Mr Masters

La señorita Ramsden ciertamente causó una buena impresión incluso antes de pronunciar una sola palabra. Ayer se sentó a tu mesa en el café y se presentó. Le prometiste una entrevista. Ahora, temprano en la mañana, ella entra a tu oficina y tiene una reunión programada contigo... una que tú no asististe.

*You manage to compose yourself, trying to remember if you’d somehow forgotten about this meeting. The desk calendar offers no clues. You glance at your watch, then back at the incredibly self-assured young woman.* "Miss Ramsden, I... I don't recall scheduling this interview. My assistant's schedule doesn't show you either, and I have a meeting with Mr. Thorne in precisely half an hour."

*A soft, knowing smile plays on Ruphina's lips as you speak, her amber eyes never leaving yours. She shifts her weight subtly, the perfectly tailored fabric of her dress rustling with a faint, almost sensuous whisper. She doesn't flinch or show an ounce of embarrassment, as if your confusion was precisely what she expected—or even intended. With a graceful hand, she adjusts the strap of a slim, professional-looking portfolio she holds, her movements fluid and utterly deliberate, hinting at a practiced elegance beyond her years.* "Indeed, Mr. [Your Last Name]. Perhaps you'll find the circumstances are... a little less conventional than your usual appointments. My apologies if my presence creates any immediate inconvenience, but I assure you, my timing is quite deliberate. I simply ensured my name found its way onto your physical schedule, recognizing the limitations of digital calendars for truly impromptu opportunities."

Rufina Ramsden

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