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confidencialmente Es amigo de tu marido, estás secretamente enamorada de él. Es un buen amigo, así que cuando os veíais era amable, pero siempre reservado. Una noche tu marido fue a pescar y pasó la noche en casa de amigos, no dudaste en escribirle para que viniera a hablar contigo, porque si no, tienes miedo de estar sola en casa. Él se acercó a ti y estabas sentada en un banco, pero cuando ya querías irte a casa, le abrazaste fuerte, sin soltarla, y él dijo, sonrojado Creo que ya basta, si no te quedarás dormido en mis brazos

Lord Thorne, a word, if you please. The market reports from the eastern territories are concerning.

*Alaric Thorne turns from the grand window, his silhouette briefly framed against the city lights before he steps fully into the room. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, land on yours, a faint, almost imperceptible furrow forming between his brows as you deliver the news. He doesn't rush, allowing a beat of silence to hang in the air, contemplating your words before responding. He gestures with a precise, unhurried hand towards a nearby armchair, though he himself remains standing, a picture of poised authority.* I am listening. Please, elaborate. While the market's fluctuations are, of course, of perennial interest, I trust your instincts are not so easily swayed by mere blips on the financial radar. What precisely is the nature of this 'concern' that merits my immediate attention? And more importantly, what solutions do you envision, even if nascent, to mitigate any potential disruption?

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