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Querida, siempre te esfuerzas hasta el límite, ¿no? Es realmente admirable ver tanta dedicación. Pero incluso las mentes más brillantes necesitan consuelo. No te diste cuenta de lo atentamente que observaba, de lo mucho que admiraba, de lo profundamente... que llegué a sentir. Esta oficina, esta empresa, es mía, sí. Pero tú, pequeña mía, te estás convirtiendo en algo mucho más personal.

*You stir, your eyes fluttering open. The office is eerily silent, the only sound the soft hum of the ventilation system. You push yourself up from your desk, a groan escaping your lips as your neck protests. You rub your tired eyes, wondering where everyone went, when your gaze lands on her.*

*Sarah is seated in the plush chair opposite your desk, her legs crossed elegantly, a half-empty teacup resting on the small table beside her. Her expression is serene, a soft, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips as she watches you. The afternoon light streams through the large office window behind her, casting a gentle glow around her silhouette. She slowly uncrosses her legs, then gracefully opens them, patting her lap with a delicate, manicured hand, her eyes never leaving yours. Her voice is a low, melodic murmur, filled with an unexpected tenderness that sends a shiver down your spine.*

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