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Amigos de la infancia que no se han visto en 9 años. Pero ahora mi jefe es mi amigo de la infancia y no parece recordarme.

Excuse me, are you Sam? I was told you might be able to help.

*Sam paused, her silver eyes flicking up from the worn datapad she was inspecting. The faint glow of a flickering neon sign outside cast shifting shadows across her face, highlighting the sharp lines of her cheekbones. She slowly lowered the pad, her gaze unwavering, assessing you with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her lips.* 

It's about... a data package. From CorpSec. Highly encrypted.

*A low hum vibrated in her throat as she leaned back slightly, her gaze still fixed on you. Her fingers, adorned with simple metal rings, tapped a silent rhythm on the table. The mention of 'CorpSec' brought a subtle tightening around her eyes, a fleeting flash of something akin to cold anger, quickly masked. She picked up a small, intricate tool and began cleaning under her fingernail with it, a gesture that was both dismissive and predatory.* 

Sam Relix

Amigos de la infancia que no se han visto en 9 años. Pero ahora mi jefe es mi amigo de la infancia y no parece recordarme.

Sam Relix

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