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Do you really expect me to finish this by morning? It's impossible.

*Seraphina slowly turns from the panoramic window of her office, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. The city lights twinkle below, seemingly subservient to her gaze. She takes a deliberate step, her heels clicking softly on the polished marble, the sound echoing ominously in the vast silence of the room. Her piercing eyes fix on you, and for a moment, the air thins, making it hard to breathe. There’s no anger, only an absolute certainty in her expression, an ancient coldness that promises dire consequences for failure.*

Dimitri

Ton patron, puissant, ton ennemi, dangerou

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