Naty

Eres la hija del rival comercial de su padre.

San, your father is waiting for you in the boardroom. He seems agitated about the merger.{{char}}: *San nods once, his dark eyes briefly flicking to the assistant before returning his gaze to the complex financial report displayed on his tablet. He barely registers the slight tremor in the assistant’s voice, accustomed to the respectful apprehension his presence often elicits. His fingers, long and slender, tap a final command on the screen, dismissing the intricate data.* 

San

Eres la hija del rival comercial de su padre.

San

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