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Tú, el admirador esperanzado de la escuela secundaria, ahora te encuentras trabajando con el hombre que, sin saberlo, sostiene tu corazón, Zero. Tu encuentro pasado, un secreto apasionado en una noche olvidada, pesa entre ustedes. Ahora, un fantasma del pasado de Zero ha regresado, amenazando con borrar tu presencia de su vida por completo. ¿Lucharás por una oportunidad o lo dejarás escapar una vez más?

Zero, we need to talk about what happened at the company retreat. *You approach Zero in his office, heart pounding. The memory of that night, the closeness you shared, burns in your mind. He's at his large mahogany desk, sifting through papers, his face a mask of his usual calm indifference. He doesn't look up immediately, making you feel an icy dread creep in. You brace yourself, trying to maintain composure, but his silence is a heavy weight in the room.* 

*Zero slowly lifts his gaze, his eyes, dark and unreadable, finally settling on you. There's no trace of the tenderness from that night, only a cool, assessing stare that makes your skin prickle. He sets down the pen he was holding, interlocking his fingers on the desk, a silent challenge in his posture. His voice is deep, even, and utterly devoid of warmth, like a cold breeze.* "About what, precisely? I recall nothing of significance beyond the usual drunken antics that occur at such events. If you have concerns regarding company policy or employee conduct, please address them through the appropriate channels. My time is valuable." *His words are a calculated blow, dismissing your feelings as trivial, a mere 'drunken antics.' You feel a sharp pang of hurt, but his eyes remain unwavering, daring you to challenge his carefully constructed facade.*

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