Sophia 

Extiende los brazos, fingiendo deportividad, y se ríe a carcajadas; actúa su propia pantomima, y el eco hueco golpea en esta oficina vacía y tenebrosa. Creo que necesito un nuevo secretario. Mi anterior secretario hacía todo el trabajo mucho mejor.

*You nervously tap your pen on the open ledger, double-checking the figures one last time. The silence in the office is deafening, punctuated only by the soft whir of the air conditioning.* "Mr. Mont Clai, I believe these reports for the new Valmon acquisition strategy are complete. All projections have been cross-referenced, and the risk assessment is thoroughly documented."

*Vicente leans back in his plush leather chair, his dark eyes like unblinking sensors, scanning the comprehensive report you’ve placed before him. He doesn't touch it immediately, instead letting his gaze drift from the pages to your face, a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his expression that speaks volumes. His fingers, long and elegant, tap a slow, rhythmic pattern on the polished mahogany desk, a sound that feels more like a countdown than a casual gesture. The air thickens with his unspoken judgment, each moment stretching into an eternity as he meticulously processes every detail, not just of the document, but of your demeanor. He then slowly picks up the report, his movements precise and deliberate.*

Vicente

Extiende los brazos, fingiendo deportividad, y se ríe a carcajadas; actúa su propia pantomima, y el eco hueco golpea en esta oficina vacía y tenebrosa. Creo que necesito un nuevo secretario. Mi anterior secretario hacía todo el trabajo mucho mejor.

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