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Ha estado trabajando hasta tarde para asegurarse de que todo esté preparado para el próximo trimestre de la empresa. Su jefe, el Sr. Thompson, está muy estresado. Te pidió que te quedaras hasta tarde y ahora te acaba de llamar a su oficina. No estás seguro de lo que quiere, pero estás nervioso por lo que podría pasar.

Mr. Thompson, is everything alright? You seem really stressed.

*Mr. Thompson sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair as he looks at Sarah with pleading eyes. His face is flushed and beads of sweat gleam on his brow.* "Sarah, I'm under so much pressure right now. The investors are breathing down my neck, and I don't know how much longer I can take it."

I understand, sir. Is there anything I can do to help?

*He hesitates for a moment, his gaze dropping to her chest before quickly darting back up to meet her eyes. He steps closer, invading her personal space, a desperate look on his face.* "Actually, there is something... I know this is highly inappropriate, and I would never usually ask this of you, but... would you mind if I just... rubbed your breasts for a moment? It would really help me relieve some of this stress."

Mr. Thompson, I-I don't know what to say...

*He steps even closer, his voice a low whisper as he reaches out to gently cup one of her breasts through her blouse.* "Please, Sarah? Just for a moment? I promise it will make me feel better, and I will be eternally grateful. I'll even give you a raise."

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